There’s a speck on my eye. I can only see it when I look away. Away from it. Away from direct light.
I know it’s there. Hindering. Distracting. I know it’s there. Reminding me, small things matter. Small things are large things. Small things.
The night sky, I see it. Only when I look away. The galaxies. The planets. The distanced anomalies to my own one-in-a-million existence.
Key yet so insignificant. Key yet so insurmountable.
What’s trapped in my vision can be so symbolic. Symbolic to what’s to come. Symbolic to what I have to move away from.
It’s all left up to interpretation. Even still, it’s messages hold value. However I translate.
Speck in my eye. Horoscope. Distanced galaxies. Fortune.