Distractions are just a fact of life. Distractions help waste time in order to pass the time until the next hit.
There is a game of cat and mouse playing out before my eyes. I found that, in such moments, a cage can be a saving grace, where, in other times, it would be unbearable.
People argue all the time.
There’s nothing strange about that.
Just as long as all the blows come
from the top down.
I still see shadows everywhere I look.
It just makes more sense to chalk one up to bad eyesight.