i have never liked the number thirteen. superstition to a point, i guess it's just instilled, but the sound
bothers me for some reason. i am tired.
my vision, lack of it, is very peculiar. thinking.. it makes me think, it makes me wonder at things, the universe as seen through a blurry haze. i miss the leaves, all the individual leaves. i miss being able to see
and not having to hurt for it.
i wonder if it seems too much for you that sometimes i can distance myself so much from the world that i could exist, if only temporarily, just for you. just for your thoughts or to lose myself in your eyes..
i am the way that i am
. it is odd, that it took me so long to realize that.