me through time, and i see how damage has been done in the past. i see broken threads and tangled strings. i see wounds on some threads and cracks in others. i wonder what i could have done in my past to cause this, and realize that i really don’t want to know. so i turn away, but not so much physically as mentally. i am still staring at the same area of the sphere, but now the damaged thoughts are no longer lit up, and i see through them and around them.
as i stare, desperately trying to find something to focus on to keep my thoughts away from the 