I shared some of our thoughts and struggles with a friend. She offered me this piece of hers to help me put words to my situation.
It is difficult to think down here. Living my life with eyes unfocused, and never learning to live with this malady, keeps me bumping in to the same old furniture even though I should know where it is... where it's always been.
She walks through her apartment like a person newly blind, bumping into furniture thats always been there. She is drunk, but it's more than that. It is her unwillingness to see. Her blatant disregard to change herself has become a blindness of the mind. She is capable of seeing what is wrong, but lacks the resolve to change it. Bruised shins are easier than effort. She lives the easy life and wears long pants.
