May 10
Where The Eye's name had once been written,
there was a single, unfamiliar line.
A moment where The Eye self begins to dissolve into the text,
But every wall is a setting, every eye a reader, every life a story.
The journal grew heavier in The Eye's hands,
its pages rustling without wind,
And on the inside cover—
The Eye felt the words,
not just in mind, but in bones.
The Eye was becoming part of the draft,
and the draft was becoming part of Eye.
But now, The Eye felt less like the reader
and more like the text—
less like the observer
and more like the observed.
And then The Eye felt,
the walls watching back.
And for the first time,
The Eye closed the journal.
#thought
there was a single, unfamiliar line.
A moment where The Eye self begins to dissolve into the text,
But every wall is a setting, every eye a reader, every life a story.
The journal grew heavier in The Eye's hands,
its pages rustling without wind,
And on the inside cover—
The Eye felt the words,
not just in mind, but in bones.
The Eye was becoming part of the draft,
and the draft was becoming part of Eye.
But now, The Eye felt less like the reader
and more like the text—
less like the observer
and more like the observed.
And then The Eye felt,
the walls watching back.
And for the first time,
The Eye closed the journal.
#thought
The eye is the observer, the one who interprets the world, assigns meaning, and fills in the gaps. It is both literal and metaphorical, representing the act of witnessing and interpreting. It shifts the story from mere events to experiences. In this context, the eye is not just passive—it shapes the story by the way it perceives and reacts, much like a reader actively shapes the meaning of a text through their interpretation.
(24/M/In observation)
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