I have a stye in my eye.
It's a small bump I tend to overlook until I blink, that is.
Upon blinking the minuscule detail that is the stye becomes a large, ugly fact.
It is an anchor that weighs down the movement of my eye.
It is certainly not floating this boat, nor rocking it for that matter.
Just holding it down,
Interfering with its natural path,
Preventing it from reaching it's full potential.
That poor eye.
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