A Blur

November 2, 2022

“A Blur”

by Ricardo Marquez

Photo by Pexels, Alan Fikz

 

I’m living in a blur

The type that bends the mind

And time.

One by one, then

Again once more.

Till they’re one.

And then, I’m no more.

I’m living in a blur

The type where everything floats

And I sink, and I cope.

But the blur gets blurrier still

And I fall further in

To myself.

Until blurry is all that’s left.

Then, living in a blur

Is all that makes sense.