Blessed be the blind

Sooner or later we let go of things, we forget our commitment to what made us tingle. It is then that we find ourselves spending seven months without revisiting things or seeing them at all. My latest blog entry dates of January 2007 (I know I am partially cheating, a more recent entry was unilaterally deleted a month ago).

She is here, I feel her presence every day in a mock pre-taste of life together. First, I thought that we were both pretending not to see what was going on. Now, sadly, I stand as the only one with eyes to see, or a mind to face chaos. This is torture, but of a sweet kind. The deeper the knife goes inside the wound, the sharper I get in my useless perceptions. I am losing a lonely fight, with no contender waiting for me at the other end of the boxing ring. Sometimes I think I'm drowning in a vast sea of silence.