Blinded

I feel blinded by my thoughts.
So often in my life, I wage war with myself and my surroundings.
All the people, objects, and tasks that are set before me make me feel,
As if I am a navigator steering through the debris of the hurricane of life.
Staring, searching through this sea of faces wanting to care for a face,
If only a face cared for me.
A face that wants me like I want them too.
A face that can talk but can listen too.
A face that sees me and themselves as not two,
But one.

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