Blurry

Do you remember the way the world looks when you've just come out of a pool and the chlorine has clouded your vision? When you cry over something stupid and the liquid makes everything wobble? Do you remember the way the world looks when you are unconditionally happy, to the point that laughter and song and spilling out of your mouth, your ears - your eyes? They're not really that different when you think about it. In both cases you can't tell what's right in front of you and what's far away, and what's even there at all. In both cases you can barely remember how you got to where you are and how on Earth to get back. In both cases it's impossible to know what the world looks like to a normal person, someone a little less dislocated than us. Think of that: To that unstuck elbow joint, where are you? And who else is there? And do they honestly care if that thing in front of you is a person or a telephone pole? Not unless you walk into its waiting steel arms and bang your head. And forget everything.

"Can't you see that you lie to yourself? You can't see the world through a mirror. It won't be too late when the smoke clears, because I? I am still here." -Avril Lavigne, describing the life of one C Lev