Glasses for clarity, I see. I just don't see clearly anymore... I've stared into explosions far too many times, and in those, I stared far too long, lost in the split silence just before the BOoM shook the ground, vehicle down, and I'm still spellbound dazzled by the observance of a thing so profound, It was just beyond that explosive sound that knocked my glasses down, and just there in the smoke at the blast spot... two white glowing eyes from a smoking smoke made cloak, A ghost of sorts or something more, I must implore more information in order to say more on the topic. However, the strangest habit has since come over me five times five years more a habit I chose not to decline perhaps due to my rarily talked about guilt of still existing that is still here hanging on, for I mourn so many others no longer here that would've honored these free times better than I ever could. Anyhow, about this habit I have gotten myself into It isn't one you or most would probably ever consider, but since that ghost in the smoke during my Middle Eastern combat tour, that ghost that showed itself to me while I was in blind focus when reality seemed blurry. So now, when I get the feeling of seeing the ghosts of reality, I take off my aides for clarity and observe the ghosts walk through the blurry. There's times I wish I could wake up a ghost walking in the blurry with you guys. The tears I've shed The whiskey shots I've drenched my dying liver in, I should be there soon enough, though, Peace Damn I miss yall. ©rebeljones777
