A predicament for the visually impaired.
Why don't I strike you? Why don't I increase your heart rate so that you can feel blood rushing to your head? Why don't I steal your breath away for you to try and catch back again? Why don't I impair your peripheral vision so that your focus remains perpetually on me?
Sometimes you look right past me, but one day, I won't be here for you to look past. One day I won't be here for you to neglect to notice. It's that moment I fear the most, because I know that at that moment, neither of us will be around for either to look at.
Sometimes you look right past me, but one day, I won't be here for you to look past. One day I won't be here for you to neglect to notice. It's that moment I fear the most, because I know that at that moment, neither of us will be around for either to look at.