My World

My world is blurry
I look
Through sleepy eyes
And unfocused glasses
I do not want to see
When the world is clear
Sharp
In focus
It has hard edges
That cut
And scrape
And rend
And tear
And draw blood
Sinew is exposed
Organs are damaged
Pain is everywhere
And destruction

I want a soft world
With fuzzy edges
I want colours to blend
And blur
A world where edges rub
Gently
Against each other
A world of no distinctions
A world where everything merges
One into the other
Until there is really only one big thing
The world.
The bright, fuzzy, blurry, soft world.