For so long I have felt like a man with no eyes, feeling his way through a vast open space, occasionally gripping onto something malleable. Each malleable form would be such a great relief, but feeling it would only ease my being for a brief length of time, I had to keep feeling , and the search for objects kept getting more and more difficult. It was exhausting searching for the next object, but I recently came to terms with my innate blindness, I no longer need to touch an object to feel it.