Thursday

It blurs

 Each day turns into the next, there’s no warning there’s no change. Days slip into the next. Blurred or my vision is cloudy. 

People stopped paying attention and the days blur. It used to be I had something to look forward too.  

I can’t eat, I can’t walk, no one talks to me

  It’s a blur 

Sometimes I need to be reminded

Sometimes I watch Law & Order: SVU just to hear Olivia Benson say, “It’s not your fault.” That predators look for light. They look for ...