i can't see very well.
images far away blur into nothing but colors and movement. when the sun is out, my eyes stop working almost entirely.
i can't see other things either.
apparently i can't see when i'm in a bad place. i can't see that i'm hurting. even when people lay all the problems out in front of me, my eyes can't focus on them. i can't see any of it.
maybe they just made things up. maybe their minds are playing tricks on them because i don't see anything.
distant figures are a blur, but i still see them in a way. the sun's light is nearly blinding, but not entirely.
i can still see a little.
but with this? i see absolute nothingness. there's no color, silhouette, or shadow.
nothing is there.
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exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems