we were not thoughtless more so thought avoidant where if anything can be something it is no-thing spurning reality as it is for what we wished it could be egos so fragile we dared not look into our mirrors refraining from reflections we disdain preferring guises of peripheral neuropathy imagining we are the sun on a rainy day and calling that vision as if wishing were weather we built our houses from perhaps painted our doubts white and named the paint clarity no questions asked