Blind

Are you blind, old man, or just can’t see? Daylight, twilight, or dark night, does it matter to you at all? You don’t bother to turn on a light. To you, mirrors are the same as windows, just hard, smooth, and cool to the touch. If a path through the woods would lead you from your solitude, you wouldn’t know it lay before you. You sit in your room, silent and still, as though you weren’t even there, so what are you waiting for?