• How can i see it when its standing infront of me?
    How can i know its there, if it is touching me?
    How can i feel the sun without seeing the light?
    When can i be let free, from this prison, i made?
    When can i tell and not be told?
    When can the earth see me as i pretend to see it?
    In destruction.
    In need of help.
    In my hands.
    Blindness...