Time is a funny old thing. I find myself with a lot of it. Don’t you? Perhaps. Then again, perhaps not.
Hard to say.
I look at things around me and see nothing. Don’t you? I hope not.
Without vision we are nothing.
How can a man live without sight? There are different kinds of sight. There is what you perceive centering from your eye sockets, and then there is what you perceive…of life itself.
In your mind
What is a man when insane? A broken landscape of torture raining, whirling among others.
Amidst familiar people, we form a hellish society.
If a mind is constantly tormented, should it be silenced with the quick finality of death?
I live for that time.