#well thats a loose interpretation but whatever

Perhaps the true anxiety

Is not that everyone will see;

It is that people will willingly,

Wantingly, desperately,

Go blind.

I could describe each

Fluttering, mournful movement I make

Down to the beat of my heart as it happens.

But only the empty space left behind my limbs is listening.

I gaze into the water and

A girl gazes back,

Head on my shoulder.

A guide who has gone mute,

Can’t bear to say anything more.

Can’t bear to watch their advice

Woefully, wander the halls of my mind.

A marble palace with portraits that age.

With walls painted with words that can tear

Small towns down into the water

To join the girl and I.