Same Ol' Pair Of Lenses

... but, oh! what a difference there is in the view now.

I'm like Alice going through the looking-glass - only, the view on the other side of the looking-glass wasn't all that bad and she could go back to where she'd came from.

I look through my lenses every day and see that, not only is the other side less than attractive, but I'm trapped there for good too.



My current surroundings are beginning to depress and drain me - they've already drained me of words.

What's next - colors? Thoughts? What little is left of that thing called 'life'?