Wednesday, May 17, 2006
She - the inner self
The fog lifts ever so slowly, revealing the brightness only the sun can bring. I wonder if the light will burn the retina of her eyes and cause a more permanent kind of blindness. She doesn’t say anything. She blinks. I can hear the tortured thoughts in her mind. She reaches out to me in silent anguish. I sense her pain, but I turn away, disgusted, ashamed.