Blinded

There are certain things that make a man weak. These things hinder him to see the real things.

It was really good to be able to see again. Things are still a bit blurry, but somehow a bigger picture was painted.

The truth was in front of me all along.

It’s sad, nay painful, but everyone’s thoughts about it were true. Yes, even the closest ones. And I mean everyone.

(If it’s not Christmas, I will insert a devil’s smile here.)

We’ll get there.

We will.

Just wait.