A lack of vision.
Moved to silence by my eyes.
Engulfed in the raucous visual.
External images, human interaction, social activity…
A buzz in my head. White noise.
Detached from the me, the I Am.
Split in two.
Longing. A quiet craving, it comes.
Eyes wide shut look within;
and follow the silver tether home.
S. Conde
Picture perfect…literally.
xo