Monday, 20 April 2015

Bright Eyes

For a moment or two, each morning, my eyes see only a blur. Patchy sunlight wraps around the few things I own. It feels heavy for a while, often a little daunting. But the dust settles. My eyes see true and I feel light. This blur has become comforting. It reveals itself so often and so quickly, as if it is there, and not there, simultaneously. 

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