Isolated Reminiscence

How long have I walked blinded by this mist? Fear, Dread, of the unknown all of these blinded me so stagnating, overwhelming.

Yet I now realize that the world does not care. For how ugly I tried to see it, it truly does not care. Beautiful it will remain. and never would it let me see less.

Yet I cannot take all of it. I truly cannot

So please world, may I see only parts of you? Piece by piece allow me to Because this is the only way I can do Indeed it is heedless of me I am truly sorry.

Thank you,