a wall of senses feels its way towards me
the space around me is ever changing
as I discover what is already there
i'll never know my mother's face
nor my friend
nor my enemy
i lay naked
for you to judge
for you to save

I don't know where that came from. I made a friend at school the other day. Her name is Bobby, and she's blind. For some reason or another (my ADD won't let me sit long enough to figure these things out), I was touched by her blindness. I'm not sure how to put it, really, except that it made me feel like writing this poem.