my i t c h

an irking feeling behind the eyes.
recall puzzle pieces that aren't quite right.
from a distance, they appear to form an ideal picture, on further inspection Piece A jabs at Piece B and Piece C seems to be forced.
it's invisible from afar.
undiscerning. easily overlooked, but still present.
the feeling continues past tea, past deep breaths, past peaceful walks.
it navigates across the mind making its way to the forefront, resting in between blinks, in between pulses.
perhaps not today, perhaps tomorrow.
tomorrow it will manifest.