The edge of a leaf, tip of a nose, head of a pen, the weight of grief…. bring it closer and closer until it dissolves into haze. “Ignorance is bliss” they say. Feign it until it fades. Forget that it exists — the fields of agony, the intoxication of limerence, an era of distrust. The world is too close that it can rust. The world is too distant to marry it. Eyes shatter at the ugly truth of it. The mirror disturbs; the baggage cracks the concentration. So, I am learning to unsee. Thick ice on a hilltop, fog vanishing in the rain, a starless heaven with squinted eyes. **All are like you** — *distant, distant and distant until it's a blur.* ©️kanikachugh