Strain

I do not know why my sight redirects.
Why must I plunge to Cthulhulian depths?

Why can I not just take in the surface?
Why is each detail a gift with purchase?

Of it all, why do I see backs to fronts?
Why must I understand the whole at once?

It’s fine, I’m accustomed…my question stands.
Why does my mind need to grasp with both hands?

I can’t cherry pick views that work for me.
Unfiltered’s the cost…if I want to see.

Time & force, my understanding, whittle.
Maybe I will just go blind a little.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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