I force myself to see what I want to.
The eyes are a worm whole of ideas that are formed by whatever little light it makes catch.
It flickers and glitches closed, strayed images of the same story.
My mind plays tricks on me.
It tells me what I should think.
It materialises what I see.
So I must protect my eyes...
Bare it from seeing what it shouldn't
And if it does, changing the story so its less prominent.
But I am...