When I take my glasses off
When I stay up too late
When I don't drink enough water
My vision becomes blurry
When I take out my contacts
When I pull an all-nighter
When I dehydrate myself
My writing makes more sense
When I squint
When I wipe the tears from my eyes
When I put the drops in
The world I see hasn't changed
All that's changed
Is what I see of the world
And yet
No matter how much I
Blur, sharpen, obscure, or improve my vision
My feelings remain unclear to me
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC
When I take my glasses off
When I stay up too late
When I don't drink enough water
My vision becomes blurry
When I take out my contacts
When I pull an all-nighter
When I dehydrate myself
My writing makes more sense
When I squint
When I wipe the tears from my eyes
When I put the drops in
The world I see hasn't changed
All that's changed
Is what I see of the world
And yet
No matter how much I
Blur, sharpen, obscure, or improve my vision
My feelings remain unclear to me