Will We Meet?

They’re amateurs with no knowledge. Not knowing where to stand… how to stand…how much weight to lay their hand into their deepest pocket. Where do they look, can they even see what is not in front of them? Not in front of anyone. What would the password be for the blinded picture to be etched in, to be memorized. A special word that doesn’t even exist.  Will they ever obtain, the escape of escape. They hold the door open to be kind for their passer byer. How thoughtful or was it selfishness? Watching their stride. Watch the weight of their feet muffled or clicking, clacking, clicking c…c…cl…l…cl. Is the silenced stuttering? They can’t figure it out. It sucks to be deaf. Snapped by a finger. Such a big snap but ignored. It’s not on purpose for it being ignorant. What is up with offending someone who is blissfully ignorant? Falling upon an answer is when we have escaped within no return.