lamplight pierced the horizon beaming on the freshly paved road like a glaring reminder of the beauty that surrounded my blind spots
and it took me into its arms whispered, “you can’t see me now, but remember my name, and one day you might find ive been here for you all along.” and then, no!” it stammered in its imperfect way “i will be here. on the dawn of your darkest day then, like a seer you’ll finally know to let me stay”