prosetry

His silent consonants peek when I can't see. The elusive voyeur to my inner exhibitionist.

There is no distinct starting point for me, one day it was as if I finally realized the sun was out. It never went away, I just stopped noticing for a while.

It wasn't like the dream where I am blinded by white and can't keep my eyes open. This was softer, more inviting.

Vision is still blurred, but things are becoming clearer.