An ancient blue eye with a very small pupil stares at me. Unknowing yet unwavering. It looks. It penetrates. But it cannot see. It is only for my benefit that it appears. It is to remind me of what I need to see. To keep seeing. To never stop seeing. It makes me so angry. My sinuses could explode. Why do I need to see so much? And it doesn't end there. Seeing leads to feeling which leads to expression which leads back to feeling. Over and over. The pupil doesn't change size. It has lost interest. Moved on. The void is fixed. The blue watery. The connection is gone.
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