To See.

The shadows fall on the ground. The sun goes up and down. I am falling, gently falling, like I am a swimmer in the ocean. Sometimes I like to pick up shells at the beach. I am tethered to the sun, sometimes I wear glasses to make me go blind but I never do. In the night, when I am alone, I feel solitude and broken bones. Old faces, old voices stand up, rise up beyond my vision. Tomorrow I will see the sun, my lonely friend comes once again. Once in a full moon, really. She has dark spots on her face. I don't see this as an interface. I pout and run into the rain. It falls on my face. I can't see anymore.