Blind world.

It's called a book, get a pen and write in it, instead of letting me take in your burden deal with it and stop calling it my problem. It really is yours.
You are just too blind to see it.
And I am too blind to deal with it.
Despair in a blind world.

Faded portraits.

It seems perfect.
It really does.
But it is not.
It really is not.