Someone once told me that the greatest evil in life was to not be able to see all the beauty that it has to offer--
To be eyeless.
But looking around, how could it be so evil ... so wrong to not be able to see?
Glance in any direction, and all that is, is a hellscape.
Violence glorified, the devil incarnate.
Vicariously living through the blood of others--the hate.
Not to mention the soapboxes made of tissue, and the horses so high they could scrape the very sky.
And I'd be remiss to fail to mention all the masks.
A mask for work, a mask for when we're out.
A mask for family?
You need not even ask.
We even have our very own mask to wear when we stare at ourselves in the mirror.
So, I believe this person is wrong.
The greatest evil is not to be eyeless but to have eyes and not see--
Not see the pointlessness of it all.
a little more experimental than my typical poetical diarrhea
