Spectacles

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.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Post-note: I have no idea where that came from. I just hope I locked the door on my way out.

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