Blurred.

There are too many things I do not understand.

And too many of those things I probably cannot.

It is torturous, being confused.

It is like seeing, but only seeing blur figures.

Only making out rough shapes,

Only relying on what we know,

Only falling back on assumptions and more confusion.

Blobs of sheer mocking.

It could be or it could not.

Picking at the the flaws of your brain,

Pulling at the loose threads of your heart.

x

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