I find a certain comfort in having poor vision.
When I take off my glasses, the world blurs together in a wonderful array of color and light and shapes.
Details are an afterthought.
Nothing makes sense and nothing really has to. I can feel my way through the world using my hands, my emotions and my sensibility. Like Luke, I just know "its" there without seeing "it" with my eyes.
These are the things I think about in the shower, with my hair soaking wet and the scent of sweetpea floating through the air. With Gwen and Moby singing South Side in the background, I gaze at the tile and consider how perfectly lovely it is when soft edges of beige and white meet uncertainly instead of so abruptly.
What a beautiful mess it is. What a horrible blessing to see without seeing. And to think, I can do it whenever I want! Whenever I feel like losing myself in nonsense, I can just... take off my glasses.
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