specks. whorls, threads and dots.
you are my little friends.
i gaze at a white space and watch you dance.
flickering in my vitreous fluid they live a life of their own.
do they care? lets’s not anthropomorphise it but it would be nice to think they see what i see. i wish i could take your picutre in extreme depth of field….
but they persist and spin away.
until my eyes close.
until my eyes close…