Blind in a way thats only social. I see things and in fleeting moments- the thoughts that they bubbled up are gone like steamed breath. Associating these strange daydreams to concurrent relativity and wondering why they affect me as they do. I am caught, stuck somewhere in the middle, between versions of myself that each have different merits and flaws. On one hand I can look across and wonder if I was sitting in that place what I would say. On the other I can see myself content, but alone, as I skate, attempting to ignore the oppressive wait. Waiting and waiting for someone to extend an invitation, to those things we mutually enjoy. So that I feel that these acquaintances are not merely one sided but reciprocated. I can't seem to see what I am doing wrong, if anything, and even if I could I'm not sure I have the personality to be able to fix it. I am blind.