Tonight

Something was once beautiful. What was it? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what if the eye is blind? I wish to gauge my eyes out – wouldn’t I be so much happier? What is sight but too much reality. We are only alive when we don’t see it. But without sight we run blindly into others, hurting, crushing, and walking on without a backward look. My eyes are open, others are safe, and I cry. Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 10:53 AM PST    0 • 8