I wear green tinted sunglasses so I can see the sun and the lines in the sky with a muted lyricized ambience. There is always a haze far in the horizon, I prefer it that way. It’s like some unreal romanticized music video dream and I hate being awake. Everything I see I analyze with this possibly pseudo possibly genuine artsy third eye. How can I recreate reality, or more like distort it. That’s why I come here, to destroy my reality right? Out of nowhere, I remember and think, should I text him back? It’s been days, but also, I don’t member the days well. I count them on one then two hands then I count that he is a third hand pulling me from my reality. The lights go out, not the first time tonight. But in a way, my initial frustrations and anxieties on it shift to relief. To be unseen, and even more, to unsee all that’s out there. How sometimes things seem so much better without any light. I lay here into the night, lights coming and going, and I decide I’ll text him now. Truthfully I’ve already began the texts in my head, and I’ll remain in the dark, sounds of waves close by. But no vision, no reality, no thing I need more of in this moment.