I’m seeing stars. When I close my eyes to capsize, I’m transported far away, watching romances burn and the embers fade. I crane my neck to the heavens and see the cracks in the street. I open my eyes and I am back on my feet, where I began and where I struggle to see. I am dazzled by a light that I can’t focus on, a purveyor of noise, opened up to the world. Watching colours burst, there are signs on every street corner but I am blind. Now I’m walking through the sand, tides and currents lapping up the weak. Tankers on the horizon remind me exactly where I place my feet. Are you lost? I could give you directions. I don’t have the answers but I can provide the questions. You seek to be anywhere that you could feel free. It’s always the worst that catches up on me, It’s always the worst that I can barely see. It’s hard to hold vision when you bring out the worst in everything.