Veritable vision exists in my psyche today. Double vision is my social norm. Sometimes not being able to focus is a real achilles heel for me. Just trying to stay sane from the blurriness is a real chore. The tension precipitates this real "force" in my face and observation of the eternal thingamajig that I can't seem to get past in this present moment. This might help to keep me grounded, but in "real life" this piece of emotional driftwood can be hampering. This continual process of growth can be a real sticky mess of my human life.... Focus-Focus-Focus, but to no avail-- If I don't I get so line-out-of-sight that I become incapacitated in a "thought". WHAT AN ENERGY DRAIN! Not being able to see what is in front of me can be deflating, but I guess we ALL have this slight tear in the fabric of our lives at sometime or another... Right? Or at least that's what I tell myself. As a wise sage once told me- or wait- why would I put words of another in my poem? That which I'm trying to convey should come from me... Dontcha think? 😊 Since my vision is "off" does this keep me out of the norm, whatever that might mean? My Life goes on and the flow of my process keeps dragging me inside/out. Make your own meaning out of my words I say. When hope fades, what is left? Nothing? Or maybe something that will splay open a new form and eye socket which keeps me on the straight and narrow of vision in this pupil that I call my Life...
Brett "Pupil" Drummond
Blurry yes... but the hey...
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