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Imagine living an entire life in your own little ray of sunlight, and then looking around at everyone else in the dark, blind. And no matter what you say or do you can't make them see. You can't pull them into your sunlight with any amount of force or guile.
You'd think the blind had the worse end of the deal, never knowing what they're looking at or what's right in front of them. But that isn't so. The one that sees is the tortured soul. Ignorance is bliss. In blindness they can't see themselves, they can't see each other, and they can't see you. They can't see the truth and the truth is, they don't want to see it. If you ever made them see they wouldn't even look past... they'd only see you. And they'd hate you for it. They'd spite you for it. They'd kill you for it. Even a glimpse of sunlight sparks a fire in them that never dies until it burns you alive. And there's only one solution from there. You have to burn them before they burn you.
A glimpse of my life. I'm that break in the clouds. And sadly, there are days that I just wish with all my heart that I wasn't.
You'd think the blind had the worse end of the deal, never knowing what they're looking at or what's right in front of them. But that isn't so. The one that sees is the tortured soul. Ignorance is bliss. In blindness they can't see themselves, they can't see each other, and they can't see you. They can't see the truth and the truth is, they don't want to see it. If you ever made them see they wouldn't even look past... they'd only see you. And they'd hate you for it. They'd spite you for it. They'd kill you for it. Even a glimpse of sunlight sparks a fire in them that never dies until it burns you alive. And there's only one solution from there. You have to burn them before they burn you.
A glimpse of my life. I'm that break in the clouds. And sadly, there are days that I just wish with all my heart that I wasn't.