the world as you see it

The world as you see it
is hard lines and things that make sense building a freak of nature that doesn't.

The world as you see it
is made to be predictable.

I'm not like you though. I can't see the equations in my head. I should understand your words but I can't define them so I guess I don't.

We've decided that
emotion comes from reason comes from
emotion comes from reason comes from

but we're not really on the same wavelength;
I can't imagine what colors you're seeing.

And you hate poetry because you don't understand it. You want coherency on the first layer. I don't understand anything without a metaphor.

You said you wished you liked it once. I wish I could make sense of your numbers.

No, it's funny. We are by all accounts exactly the same height and thus - logically - at eye level, but all I see is blue.

Nothing about you makes sense to me. I can barely put you in words.
I'm not even conversational in your language.

I can't catch your meaning.

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