[ WP ] Describe an object within five feet of you in as much detail as possible .

*You're a long way from home are n't you? * 
 
 I can tell by the way you stare out the window, attempting to touch the blue sky with your light green, just beyond the pale of the window-pane. It's artificial, you know, the light that shines on your limbs, the warm air blowing from an internal source you can not possibly understand. It's reasonable, I suppose, that you with sight but no eyes, touch but no hands, should imagine yourself at home here. 
 
 *If you knew, would you would yearn for it? * It's nature, to stretch out and grasp your surroundings. It's instinct, to seek the light and hope it leads to truth -- can you understand the truth? When your light green taps against cold glass, can you tell that you are not home? 
 
 Your light green holds a buoyancy that the cold dark pines outside do not -- they call you a succulent, because you store the memory of your native habitat within your leaves. ( If I knew how to keep my skin thick under foul weather --! ) The cubicle'd man sighs, and the cage'd bird sings, but you surrender no effort but the slow growth of your light green, day-by-day. Upwards and upwards. If I knew, I would yearn for it.
