Eyelash

[euthanasia]

Dont tell me you are not looking for it. Dont tell me you havent seen it. There, just in the edge of yout sight, escaping your vision. It feels so safe when you get a glimpse. But when it is gone you feel the cold.
And I have reached. I truly try. Probably doesnt matter, probably wont change much. It just that one person must have hope. It is so undeniable.
There it goes again. Just a black spot on the edge of my eye. Will that spot show me what I am searching?
Will ever that black spot become a bright sun?

[LeoDV]

Heh, nice. Unfortunately I have long hair which gets in my face, so my eyelashes become overwhelmed by the hair that blocksmy peripheral vision.

But I like this. Great metaphor : what allows us to see also limits us in our vision, blocks what may be the most important for us.