So I haven't posted in a while. Sorry.

I recently had a clean-out, going through the wardrobe, emptying drawers I hadn't touched in a while, and generally making my room even more messy than it was to start with. Great fun. And amongst all my lame, half-written lyrics, warm and fuzzy's and letters from old friends, I found this.

There's a good side to being short sighted.

Once the glasses are off, the world becomes blurred... like looking through frosted glass, or trying to see through fog on an early winter's morning. Everything outside the room becomes unimportant, unnecessary. It leaves just you and him.

Free from the outside world's stares, disapproving glances, laughter and gossip, you are finally left alone.

In this circumstance, ignorance is indeed bliss.

I actually wrote this while single, but it's surprisingly relevant to what life is like now. Maybe I'm psychic?

Xx.