It should be wonderful, to look at something exactly how it is, to let light pour through the lenses of my eyes with a mindless appreciation. Vivid details are vaguely acknowledged, a shiftless dream of anxiety asks how it's suddenly possible to think nothing after trying so hard for all these years.
I wonder how I can stop dreaming about moths and Cadillacs.
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