Analysis of Blinds

Out of all the blinds I’m fixated on one. It slowly bends inward as my eyes trace it from left to right. Slowly tracing the single, lonely, blind.
There are other blinds that are bent too. Some are bent inward. Some are even bent together. Some aren’t even bent at all. Just perfectly still and in place. But, I am fixated on this one blind. Stuck gazing as my mind falls into the abyss of imagination. I don’t know why this blind sticks out to me, but it does. May it’s mystery trap me in a lifetime of wonder.