Blurred Edges
The Blur filter is always on.
Everything always has a blurred edge to it.
My memory.
My thoughts.
My eyes.
My truths.
My lies.
Every road I walk seems to have a blurred line on it.
Blurred boundaries.
Blurred Mindscape.
My blurriness never leaves.
My blurriness never ceases.
My blurriness comes out when I talk and it does not falter.
Everything I speak has a blurred edge.
I feel as though if I come to the edge of my thoughtful cliff I might fall to the bottom because the edge is so blurred.
I can’t see when my feet have touched the edge because it’s almost see through
My blurriness isn’t just in my eyes.
It’s embedded in my mind.
