One’s eyes are useless, when one’s mind is blind.
When thick smog clouds your comprehension of reality, shut your eyes. Shut them so tight.
Trying to re-open them seems futile- their lids are impossibly heavy.
Waves of emotion come crashing through, breaking the seal.
Suddenly, nothing. The waves die, the tide withdraws and you’re left with nothing.
Dry and bitter- like a strong gin.
Paying less attention to the world surrounding, seeing through tired eyes.