It was as if my eyes were gouged out,

I saw nothing.

I felt the breeze and shadows observing me,

My every move was mimicked by the me I couldn’t see.

I could smell the pain in the air,

I couldn’t distinguish if it was mines or the living world I walked upon.

Nothing seemed tangible,

Just a distant memory.

Something or someone I knew before,

Yet had never met nor felt.

A sense of longing,

To see, to feel.

Even if I knew that it wasn’t real.

As I walked down this woeful esplanade,

I imagined the world that called for me.

For maybe it be a distant dream,

or it shall be a substantial actuality.