Analysis of Blind

    Out of all the blinds I am fixated on one. It slowly bends inwards as I trace my eyes 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. Most of the blinds aren’t 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.