I feel as if I regained something that was long lost.  The issue is I never quite felt aware I have lost anything or indeed that something has gone amidst. But now that it is back, it is like watching a tree regain a fallen leaf.  It is one leaf in a million but enough for the tree to notice the difference. It is a sort of spirituality, an in tune need to feel complete. It is a root and part of you that you only value when it is gone.

Now it is back. Maybe the seasons changed or maybe a new leaf always grows. It is like taking a sharp breath after suffocating on water or like a breeze of air when it is warm. You can't tell whether it is refreshing or exciting or relieving; maybe it is all three and you can now climb and out of wherever you lived to see things clearly.

I could be exaggerating. Maybe this is the point where I find out. Either way I hold no resentment or pain and I look forward only to the reality of what beauty can be given.

It's snowing.

The eyelids are cut slowly and meticulously.  There cannot be any mistakes because some skin would then remain and would look uneven. Like art, there must be symmetry - composure, perfection.

The man screams. It's quite distracting from his work. He screams for so long and yet the work is done. Perfection, he thinks.

The man tears up infront of him. One of the eyes dries slowly and falls out of his head. I wonder how long the other eye will last, he wonders.