Blurred Vision

I clicked the T.V. off and lay in the darkness. All was still. The street light illuminated hardly anything and I stared at the time staring back at me from the now dead cable box. Bad genes and years of squinting rendered the digital numbers a blur. I tugged on the part of my temple next to my one good eye to pull the numbers 3:49 into focus. I released, splattering the numbers an unrecognizable amber across a dark blue canvas. I tugged again. A minute had passed. Again and again I physically focused my ocular lens until whatever point I was trying to make made sense. Time is unraveling my senses. Where this very room may have been crystal clear, silent and haunting five years before, it was now a hazy streak of unknown. The thought occurred to me that this unraveling may not be isolated to just sight, but touch, smell, hearing, taste and most terrifying of all, true feeling. A mere tug on my temple sent me spinning back through time when both the lens of my eye and of my heart weren't wrecked by experience. An inevitable sadness washed over me as I brought my hand from my face, sinking back into the blur. At that moment I decided I needed a contact, both for my eye and my heart. I have been perceiving the world with blurred vision and blurred feeling for far too long and I know only of a remedy for my eye. Corrective vision for the heart can not be bought in stores, it has to be home made, whittled day by day with tedious care. One slip and the the glass shatters, the heart breaks and with it the body and conscious mind. All these things rushed through my mind as I looked lazily at my streaking surroundings in the dark of my living room.