Emotional apathy

It’s not you. It’s how much I was into you. How I soaked in each layer of your skin How I was blind towards everything else besides your face That now comes in my nightmares sometimes It scares me, this lack of care in your eyes When to me, they were your most wonderful of

Anxious rat eyes

I like you because you’re so random, and you can pick up quickly where I leave off when I zone in and out erratically. We just don’t seem to care that much. We’re quite nonsense and there’s no need to explain to each other any sort of reason or validity as to why we exist

Ted Kooser

Originally posted on The Vale of Soul-Making:
The blind man draws his curtains for the night and goes to bed, leaving a burning light above the bathroom mirror. Through the wall, he hears the deaf man walking down the hall in his squeaky shoes to see if there’s a light under the blind man’s door,…