Nothing At All

Eyes to see all reality around me. I am blindness to be kindness. Please and thank you go a long way. I find completion in a piece that meshes well or an eagle soaring away from its usual perch. I may seem like an open book, but maybe there is also a mystery. I find the lines running through this space are conducive to create. Maybe instead of looking closer you need to back away before the evidence against you is too elite. I will be sweet, but beneath my calm is the rage of having no privacy or respect for who I am, actually. I keep my eyes down and do the math from a grounded position where I am nothing at all.