white light.

sometimes i am blind. i get so consumed with looking within myself that i forget to open my eyes to whats right in front. and when i do the brightness and sharpness first frighten me, and then surprise me, pleasantly. i forget the world has corners and hinges. in my head everything somehow moulds together and seeps gently in and out of each other. but here, every object is so individual and different, and defined.

so i make an effort to stop everything sometimes, and take a good look around. see the walls and the lights, feel the way the air is breathing and the temperature, run my fingers over the edges of the desk and the windows, and i smell any wafts in the air.

i get so lost in my own selfish thoughts sometimes that i forget to look up and figure exactly how fascinating the world is.