Out of the Corner of my Eye

Out of the Corner of my Eye
This guy has been a regular companion of mine recently. He’s not there all the time, and he certainly doesn’t carry a scythe when I see him. But he’s there, just lurking in the periphery of my vision. If I turn my head to look at him, he’s gone, but if I remain focused straight ahead on the middle distance, I can see him, hazy and indistinct in the corner of my eye, watching me. He can appear at any time, whether I’m alone or in company, whether I’m happy or sad and sometimes in the most unusual and beautiful of locations. Once, he sat beside me in hospital for a few seconds and I knew that he was cold. I turned to look and he was gone.
He doesn’t threaten. He’s just a reminder.
Not yet, my friend.
Not yet.
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Out of the Corner of my Eye

Out of the Corner of my Eye

Out of the Corner of my Eye
This guy has been a regular companion of mine recently. He’s not there all the time, and he certainly doesn’t carry a scythe when I see him. But he’s there, just lurking in the periphery of my vision. If I turn my head to look at him, he’s gone, but if I remain focused straight ahead on the middle distance, I can see him, hazy and indistinct in the corner of my eye, watching me. He can appear at any time, whether I’m alone or in company, whether I’m happy or sad and sometimes in the most unusual and beautiful of locations. Once, he sat beside me in hospital for a few seconds and I knew that he was cold. I turned to look and he was gone.
He doesn’t threaten. He’s just a reminder.
Not yet, my friend.
Not yet.
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