All of us distort each other,

The way light refracts through invisible particles in the sky,

giving us all the magnificent shades of blue

we couldn't possibly imagine otherwise

One day I finally saw myself:

my real, *distorted* self

in the eyes—

and more precisely: the words—

of a friend

whose eyes I had chased

for so long:


and failing

to do what I thought she had done so effortlessly

But all of the while

the sky in which I appeared

Was somehow even more blue

to her

Kyle Studstill