I exist out of focus to the world, I think.
A slightly blurred image. The fuzzy person in the background who gets cropped out of pictures.
I require steady squinting to truly see.
And what gift is granted to those who bother? A kiss of migraine for their dare.
I wonder if its my mental peculiarities that blur the picture or is it simply me?
Whatever muzzies up my face to the world, know behind the uncomfortable blur is a pretty soul smiling and squinting back at you.
Post-note: I have no idea where that came from. I just hope I locked the door on my way out.