Blind spots.

it's like this.

like traces of the milstone, and aged maps of your personal histories. it prolly didnt hit you that someone may have stepped onto it, on yours.

like blind spots on us where the light doesnt hit; yours that i knew of.

actually the thing is, the blind spots are always there, always connected to the rest. and many more.

so, is it that i happened to see it coincidentally,

or you people tend to overlook it?