Blind

I don't think my vision
will be of any use
anymore.

Today I, literally,
eye-stared into the sun
and watched my focus lose
periodization,
as well as peripherals.

The heat stroke struck
my retina

and I feel, no,
know, that I will
never remember
another image
so real, yet surreal.

Looking away,
the world seemed bleached,
aside from the halo
that has inscribed itself
into the back of my eyelids.

Now I have a ring
around my iris,
whose sight is belief.

There is nothing worth seeing
once you've been blinded
by the brightest star
to ever-shine.

I am drowning in your light,
but I am not afraid
to take the dive
into darkness.