i wake up and my body goes into shock, there is something i need to see, something i need to do and every half hour it's a whole new story.
moments of clarity are shattered by panic
i ask myself why can't i see past my out stretched hands?
you're broken i say. there is no way to reverse this and it's only going to get worse
i beg for mercy and the gift of sight. i feel teased by my false sense of hope
i have sight where some have blindness but i have haze where some have clarity.
it is hard for me to understand why such a common problem makes me feel so handicapped. i just know that every night when i become myself again i am not fully satisfied.
my vision is blurred and my senses feel dulled.
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