I could not see anything, it just hit me and I could not see anything only the sad darkness of the world in front of me. It was almost as if I felt blurred out of the world and blurred out of life.
WOW! What is this? I CAN’T SEE!!!!! WHERE”S MY MOMMY? HELP ME!! I can’t see anything everything is unclear, I have a headache I think I’m going to passout. BYE CRUEL WORLD, BYE! Oh wait I just needed glasses hehe
I could hardly see through the mixture of wind and snow, but I continued on my way to school where I would spend the rest of my day learning. After that, I will have to walk home in the snow and wind. The day will be treacherous if I sit and moan about it, though.
I woke, my head throbbing and my vision fuzzy. The last thing I remembered was that soccer ball flying at my head. I was lying in the grass, kids crowding around me. I couldn’t make out any details of my surroundings. The world around me was blurred, and it felt like someone had crushed my skull, although I knew a soccer ball couldn’t do that. Something was definitely wrong.
I ran up the stairs towards school determined to get there before the bell goes off. I grabbed the door handle when “Ring” “Ring” frantically I opened the door and sprinted down the hallway people watched as I blurred by trying not to be too late to class. I Sprinted down he hallway when I saw my class. I blasted through the door way and sat in my chair.
I looked ahead into the shadowy distance. My mind was swirling one hundred different ways. The limbs in my body were trembling with fear and exhaustion. Sweat was the taste of my mouth, as terrible tasting as a moldy piece of cheese. There was a deafening ringing sound distinguishing in my ear. People told me I was lucky to be alive, but I thought otherwise.
I woke up this morning looking up into my bring lights. My eyes burned as I continuously blink my dad is yelling at me to get up. I get up and my visions blurry I can’t see anything but my light with my eyes closed. I get up and walk to my light switch because I hate the lights.
Blurred. That is all I could see. A blurred memory in my mind. Why can I not remember! I try to see my family or anything. But I can’t seem to see anything that I would be able to connect memories or aces too. I know I’m in a room, sitting on a bed, and I know the colors of the rainbow, or how school works. I just can ‘t remember what school, or the address of my supposed home. The people who claim to be my parents are kind of sketchy as far as I can tell, but I’m not really one to judge with my state of mind.
My eyes dried out. My breath taken away. This blurred world of mine disappeared from sight. Where am I and will I be found? Who knows. Only time will tell.
I ran to the store and my vision felt blurred from all the energy drinks I had last night. I went to grab the handle to open the store doors, and I fell to the ground I look up from the ground to see the horizon. Everything looked blurred together in the distance. It looked like a bunch of cars just pasted by.
It was a foggy night and me and another human were in a graveyard, but I could not make him out he was blurred and I could not see clearly. Just then it appeared that he just appeared in front of me with a knife in his hand then I felt I sharp pain in my stomach and I was wounded badly.
I looked out my window and everything was blurry. I look at my mirror and everything was blurry. Then all I could see was black darkness. I woke up and it was white light. I couldn’t see anything but white light. I was confused and thought “Am I dead?” I got up and tried to walk but I just felled but down.
The room slowly blurred as I walked up to the door. I could smell the chemicals and and cold metal from the handle. I hated going to the doctors. And I hated the doctors office.
Thursdays meant Netflix, beer, and chips. It started with Jamal and Terrence. LeBron joined a few weeks later and he brought Tyrone and Darnel. Jamal joked that this club of theirs was too therapeutic to be just social. They all laughed at that. And even if there were a few uncomfortable secrets and tears shared here and there, it didn’t matter because whatever happened on Thursdays stayed within the group.
With my head swimming, I fought to lift my heavy eyelids. Blinking several times to adjust to the light, my surroundings were fuzzy, as if someone took a spoon and stirred inside my head. With alarm, I realize this isn’t where I fell asleep last night.
sekavaa, häiriintynyttä ja kuuma. siihen se kaikki päättyi. mutta siitä se todellinen vasta alkoikin. oli n valmis antamaan periksi. antatumaan maailmalle. antautumaan itselleni ja rakkaudelle. rakkaudelle johonkin suurempaan kuin minä itse. rakkaudelle kaikkeen siihen mitä minä yksin rakastin.
“My names blurryface and I care what you think.”
“Wish we could turn back time. To the good old days, when our mama sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.”
Blurred. Everything was blurred. Home was the enemy, strangers were refuge, the open air was danger, and the darkness her friend. How would she be able to keep on in this strange world, would she also learn to lie in order to keep her honesty?
Her vision blurred at the edges as he kept talking. She was really sick of him talking. “Hey… Hey… slow down.” He inhaled and looked at her. His outline started to go fuzzy. She practically fell into his arms and onto his lips. There. That was much better.
it is altogether impossible to believe that i actually committed enough to a certain substance to fuck me up enough to the point that my vision was impaired. i guess i don’t have commitment issues towards everything.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN…I AM CONFUSED…BLURRED VISION MAYBE. I HAVE BLURRED VISION BECAUSE I HAVE TO WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS. OR MAYBE I COULD BE TALKING ABOUT A BLURRED IDEA. NOT HAVING A CLEAR UNDERSTANDING ABOUT SOMETHING. THAT COULD BE IT ALSO. OR MAYBE A DRAWING THAT HAS BEEN TAMPERED WITH AND NOW THE PICTURE IS BLURRED. IT COULD MEAN A NUMBER OF THINGS
Things occur that are not clear as soon as they have occurred. At first you are aware of something happening and then the image becomes more demanding and challenging. But, without the clarity that time gives in looking back, the impacts of the current actions remain blurred for the benefit of those closest and dearest.
We weren’t supposed to, but we blurred those lines. Maybe we let ourselves because we needed the company. One of us trapped in a dark place within. The other too naive to understand the feelings flaring between them. And so we explored, a confusing, see-sawing journey that’s forever left a mark in my heart, perhaps even once you’ve long forgotten me.
blurred lines; things you said i would have never forgiven anyone else for; blurred sight when i cried and did not apologize; blurred painting edges spilling blue for; you i would paint a thousand bleeding suns and never get cramped fingers
there was this pitter patter on the roof. the sound blaring into my ears–ringing. the rain was against the window pain, blurring my vision from the outside.
My eyes were blurred fast, the tears making my sight almost non existent. I could not fathom what he was thinking, or if he was thinking at all. I think he may have walked away, but it’s too hard to see. All I cam think about now is getting a beer to drown away my troubles.
I was having trouble walking, and my blurred vision wasn’t helping. I didn’t remember exactly what had happened to result in my legs feeling like iron. Slowly, though, as the blobs that must have been people surrounded me, I began to realize that maybe I shouldn’t be trying to walk at all.
“Sir!” one garbled voice urged me. “Sir, do not get up! You’ve been hit by a car!”
Great, I thought. Hit by a car and misgendered by a bystander in the same day.
My glasses make things less blurred. I’m very grateful for that, because looking at blurred things is not fun. And reading blurred letters is almost impossible. There’s a lot of squinting involved. I like my life in focus, not blurred. That’s the truth.
The world was blurred with rain. The earth was crying. The heavens opened, depositing heaving drops and absolute sadness upon the cursed land. The gray sheets formed rivulets and channels in the thick, black earth, and the sky was gray with despair. I pressed my hand to the windowpane and watched my mood reflected outside. The cold from the window seeped into my palms and up my arms, down to the core of my fragile soul. The constant patter of rain filled the empty silence of the house. The empty silence; the empty house. What was filling except to be emptied? Well, I had been emptied. I had been empty ever since my grandmother died.
The facts are always obscured, covered, surrendered to the truth. Sometimes, you’re better off not seeing them; when they don’t shine, but pierce like the sharpest arrows. It is a blessed curse to see things through a lens that keeps you from the truth. And then there comes a day when the lens is adjusted for reasons you can never know; and you are suddenly thrust into a clarity that nearly kills you. Finding out that your lover has never truly loved you is like this; you curse the lens you’ve seen through, but it isn’t the lens, it’s the one who sees through it and foolishly believes it. But the pain doesn’t care how you found out. This is the truth, which can never truly be blurred.
I could not see anything, it just hit me and I could not see anything only the sad darkness of the world in front of me. It was almost as if I felt blurred out of the world and blurred out of life.
WOW! What is this? I CAN’T SEE!!!!! WHERE”S MY MOMMY? HELP ME!! I can’t see anything everything is unclear, I have a headache I think I’m going to passout. BYE CRUEL WORLD, BYE! Oh wait I just needed glasses hehe
I could hardly see through the mixture of wind and snow, but I continued on my way to school where I would spend the rest of my day learning. After that, I will have to walk home in the snow and wind. The day will be treacherous if I sit and moan about it, though.
Hello
To Be Blind
You Can Not See
A Fog
Darkness
When I went outside every thing blurred.
foggy indistinguishable something. fuzzy edgeless and almost known
I woke, my head throbbing and my vision fuzzy. The last thing I remembered was that soccer ball flying at my head. I was lying in the grass, kids crowding around me. I couldn’t make out any details of my surroundings. The world around me was blurred, and it felt like someone had crushed my skull, although I knew a soccer ball couldn’t do that. Something was definitely wrong.
I ran up the stairs towards school determined to get there before the bell goes off. I grabbed the door handle when “Ring” “Ring” frantically I opened the door and sprinted down the hallway people watched as I blurred by trying not to be too late to class. I Sprinted down he hallway when I saw my class. I blasted through the door way and sat in my chair.
I looked ahead into the shadowy distance. My mind was swirling one hundred different ways. The limbs in my body were trembling with fear and exhaustion. Sweat was the taste of my mouth, as terrible tasting as a moldy piece of cheese. There was a deafening ringing sound distinguishing in my ear. People told me I was lucky to be alive, but I thought otherwise.
I woke up this morning looking up into my bring lights. My eyes burned as I continuously blink my dad is yelling at me to get up. I get up and my visions blurry I can’t see anything but my light with my eyes closed. I get up and walk to my light switch because I hate the lights.
Blurred. That is all I could see. A blurred memory in my mind. Why can I not remember! I try to see my family or anything. But I can’t seem to see anything that I would be able to connect memories or aces too. I know I’m in a room, sitting on a bed, and I know the colors of the rainbow, or how school works. I just can ‘t remember what school, or the address of my supposed home. The people who claim to be my parents are kind of sketchy as far as I can tell, but I’m not really one to judge with my state of mind.
My eyes dried out. My breath taken away. This blurred world of mine disappeared from sight. Where am I and will I be found? Who knows. Only time will tell.
I ran to the store and my vision felt blurred from all the energy drinks I had last night. I went to grab the handle to open the store doors, and I fell to the ground I look up from the ground to see the horizon. Everything looked blurred together in the distance. It looked like a bunch of cars just pasted by.
It was a foggy night and me and another human were in a graveyard, but I could not make him out he was blurred and I could not see clearly. Just then it appeared that he just appeared in front of me with a knife in his hand then I felt I sharp pain in my stomach and I was wounded badly.
I looked out my window and everything was blurry. I look at my mirror and everything was blurry. Then all I could see was black darkness. I woke up and it was white light. I couldn’t see anything but white light. I was confused and thought “Am I dead?” I got up and tried to walk but I just felled but down.
vision, fuzzy, blurry, hazy, idk
The room slowly blurred as I walked up to the door. I could smell the chemicals and and cold metal from the handle. I hated going to the doctors. And I hated the doctors office.
it was a dark rainy night
I was walking home from basketball practice
my vision was blurred
and then I saw him
Blurred is when you cant see something. Blurred reminds me of Blurred Lines by Robin Thicket or something I don’t even know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
it was a dark rainy night
I was walking home from basketball practice
my vision was blurred
and then I saw him
Thursdays meant Netflix, beer, and chips. It started with Jamal and Terrence. LeBron joined a few weeks later and he brought Tyrone and Darnel. Jamal joked that this club of theirs was too therapeutic to be just social. They all laughed at that. And even if there were a few uncomfortable secrets and tears shared here and there, it didn’t matter because whatever happened on Thursdays stayed within the group.
With my head swimming, I fought to lift my heavy eyelids. Blinking several times to adjust to the light, my surroundings were fuzzy, as if someone took a spoon and stirred inside my head. With alarm, I realize this isn’t where I fell asleep last night.
sekavaa, häiriintynyttä ja kuuma. siihen se kaikki päättyi. mutta siitä se todellinen vasta alkoikin. oli n valmis antamaan periksi. antatumaan maailmalle. antautumaan itselleni ja rakkaudelle. rakkaudelle johonkin suurempaan kuin minä itse. rakkaudelle kaikkeen siihen mitä minä yksin rakastin.
“My names blurryface and I care what you think.”
“Wish we could turn back time. To the good old days, when our mama sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.”
Blurred. Everything was blurred. Home was the enemy, strangers were refuge, the open air was danger, and the darkness her friend. How would she be able to keep on in this strange world, would she also learn to lie in order to keep her honesty?
Her vision blurred at the edges as he kept talking. She was really sick of him talking. “Hey… Hey… slow down.” He inhaled and looked at her. His outline started to go fuzzy. She practically fell into his arms and onto his lips. There. That was much better.
my vision is blurred not from what is in front of me but from my past. rarely do i have a great vision that i can depend on.
Is it good, or bad? It’s so hard to tell, it’s not very rad! My vision is blurred, my judgement is deterred
it is altogether impossible to believe that i actually committed enough to a certain substance to fuck me up enough to the point that my vision was impaired. i guess i don’t have commitment issues towards everything.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN…I AM CONFUSED…BLURRED VISION MAYBE. I HAVE BLURRED VISION BECAUSE I HAVE TO WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS. OR MAYBE I COULD BE TALKING ABOUT A BLURRED IDEA. NOT HAVING A CLEAR UNDERSTANDING ABOUT SOMETHING. THAT COULD BE IT ALSO. OR MAYBE A DRAWING THAT HAS BEEN TAMPERED WITH AND NOW THE PICTURE IS BLURRED. IT COULD MEAN A NUMBER OF THINGS
WHAT DOES IT MEAN…I AM CONFUSED…BLURRED VISION MAYBE. I HAVE BLURRED VISION BECAUSE I HAVE TO WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS.
Things occur that are not clear as soon as they have occurred. At first you are aware of something happening and then the image becomes more demanding and challenging. But, without the clarity that time gives in looking back, the impacts of the current actions remain blurred for the benefit of those closest and dearest.
We weren’t supposed to, but we blurred those lines. Maybe we let ourselves because we needed the company. One of us trapped in a dark place within. The other too naive to understand the feelings flaring between them. And so we explored, a confusing, see-sawing journey that’s forever left a mark in my heart, perhaps even once you’ve long forgotten me.
blurred lines; things you said i would have never forgiven anyone else for; blurred sight when i cried and did not apologize; blurred painting edges spilling blue for; you i would paint a thousand bleeding suns and never get cramped fingers
there was this pitter patter on the roof. the sound blaring into my ears–ringing. the rain was against the window pain, blurring my vision from the outside.
My eyes were blurred fast, the tears making my sight almost non existent. I could not fathom what he was thinking, or if he was thinking at all. I think he may have walked away, but it’s too hard to see. All I cam think about now is getting a beer to drown away my troubles.
I was having trouble walking, and my blurred vision wasn’t helping. I didn’t remember exactly what had happened to result in my legs feeling like iron. Slowly, though, as the blobs that must have been people surrounded me, I began to realize that maybe I shouldn’t be trying to walk at all.
“Sir!” one garbled voice urged me. “Sir, do not get up! You’ve been hit by a car!”
Great, I thought. Hit by a car and misgendered by a bystander in the same day.
My glasses make things less blurred. I’m very grateful for that, because looking at blurred things is not fun. And reading blurred letters is almost impossible. There’s a lot of squinting involved. I like my life in focus, not blurred. That’s the truth.
The world was blurred with rain. The earth was crying. The heavens opened, depositing heaving drops and absolute sadness upon the cursed land. The gray sheets formed rivulets and channels in the thick, black earth, and the sky was gray with despair. I pressed my hand to the windowpane and watched my mood reflected outside. The cold from the window seeped into my palms and up my arms, down to the core of my fragile soul. The constant patter of rain filled the empty silence of the house. The empty silence; the empty house. What was filling except to be emptied? Well, I had been emptied. I had been empty ever since my grandmother died.
The facts are always obscured, covered, surrendered to the truth. Sometimes, you’re better off not seeing them; when they don’t shine, but pierce like the sharpest arrows. It is a blessed curse to see things through a lens that keeps you from the truth. And then there comes a day when the lens is adjusted for reasons you can never know; and you are suddenly thrust into a clarity that nearly kills you. Finding out that your lover has never truly loved you is like this; you curse the lens you’ve seen through, but it isn’t the lens, it’s the one who sees through it and foolishly believes it. But the pain doesn’t care how you found out. This is the truth, which can never truly be blurred.