and then sometimes –

prayers for darkness –

or at least diminished capacity to be seen.

all around –

chaos of life less sanctified.

indifference.

callous abandon.

without option of volume control,

the voices bombard my sanctuary of solace.

for once,

to own authority over the ability to listen.

i wonder,

as i wrestle with these feelings of desired avoidance,

how it must feel to –

not feel.

to proceed through life without the need for blinders.

to find oneself without agenda of concern.

is it possible to interact with sadness,

escape unaffected?

how intriguing –

thoughts of touch without the association of feel.

and eyes –

un-faltering in ability to look,

yet relieved from the obligation to see…