For once i want to see the world through someone else's eyes.....

My eyes are not focused, yet you still choose to see through them. My vision is impaired, yet you choose to take me by the hand and lead. My eyes have seen a lot of things and cried many times. I hope I can show you what I see. You can't find out much by looking into my eyes. Look through them and tell me what you see.

I am far from perfect. I am not even remotely close to excellence. I can't create a rational explanation for why I feel this way. I still don't understand why I am even worthy of your attention. I guess I have no reason to complain either.

Mark continues to walk backwards down a narrow, dirt road. He cannot see ahead of him as he doesn't know what the future holds. He can only see what lies behind him; visions of a past that he doesn't regret. Lost loves, broken promises, faded friendships... Once again he walks the path alone. Before he finishes building himself back up, someone takes him by the hand despite his fragile nature. He asks to walk along side him..."Slowly," Mark whispers. "Just...slowly."