we are all blind sometimes.
Our vision becomes shrouded in the pitch-black
darkness of our own rotten words.
Our blood turns cold, emerald with envy.
Our negative actions act as a
where no rays of purity are able to seep through.
our blindness is the cause of stepping off a ledge,
heavy in the heart, and eyes completely closed.
As our vision slowly disappears, like buildings
behind thick sheets of fog, our words and actions lose their