The Force

My fingertips are as dull as knives and my mind is a sharp as the lackluster that beams itself upon me in disdain. I reach just to brush one of my tips against it, but the dullness and lackluster repel each other with the force of verisimilitude. And here we all sit, together at a staring glance… wishing for yet just another chance — to be aware of nothing and all of it.