going to school is a strain when u can’t see… all that mass of people walking by like an anonymous crowd, a crowd that is faceless and ominous, strange. you wonder if there is a friend in there, but you can’t make out the faces unless s/he is right in front of you. you can’t reach out and no one reaches in. where is the familiarity? even the steps you take are foreign, every step a possible danger, will u fall? walk into something? the cues that guide you are blurred and indistinct. the familiar feel is absent with the loss of acuity. how strange the world is? and the feeling of displacement is reinforced by the strain you put into trying to identify and process.. making out something familiar out of all that now seems so foreign…
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where will u linger? in a place that holds no sense of belonging? nothing but to beat a retreat, back into your shell and sequester yourself in your hole.
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the missing piece.
