I was thinking about blind spots.
Shoulder – stop – looking over – stop
What if I miss something ?

A single star

this lonely point in the sky screaming for perspective.
dare to look at me

would I forget myself if my eyes were tied up in the dark ?

over there


just here

/ Stop breathing for a minute / just to see /

No one’s around.
no arms,
no legs,  no voices.

I’d rather prefer not to see just a second

Am I floating
or just diving into an endless hole ?

Digging holes
twisting perceptions
squeezing worlds
making home under a lenient rug.


Someone told me once the gaze has no limits but itself.