I could only wish...

As i leaned back in my wood back chair i glare at the ceiling and see how beautiful it is. its not just a normal ceiling, the character of the space is hell for those who lack depth perception, as the arches of bricks overlay the pipes that provide it places artificial weather and the calmness of the drywall, rigidness of the sheet metal meld together, and the dullness of the carpet and invitation of the glass and alas i find myself wishing…wish for a wish that those who find cyborgs sexy would ask for..i wish that my eyes would take pictures and record. now you may know ztra well we all have a brain and we all have memory, so we kinda have that already your asking for too much but i dont think it was intentionally…but no good sir i meant what i said i wish i had lenses for eyes and chips for memory the shutter button is my heart and my emotion is focusing… if you could only see what i see consistently you could fully understand what i childly am asking… because even if we stop and switched places and you tried to perceive with your eyes,you could never see, by me just moving for the second the scenery ive left behind, the lumens wont kiss your eyelids like they do mine and the chair wont hug you and couldn’t focus just right, the glass wouldn’t hold your thoughts as you caressed it for a while, and you wouldn’t be at the right height to see high enough to behold what i saw, that made environment smile, a smile which was given to me as i release the shutter clik …clik… clik … see how long it last i could only wish…