Is it a trick of the eye
Blue dots
Turning purple
Turning green
Turning red
Gone completely
And still I press
Oh how I press
I press the buzzer in my chest
I see them
Spreading outwards
All the dots are blue
All
Of
The
Dots
Are
Blue
And there’s so many
*blue dot theory. We all suffer to a degree, from the repercussions of blue dot theory. But as with all things, knowing our tendencies, knowing ourselves, helps immensely.
The flower below is a frosted little Billy Button wildflower and noticing these sorts of dots is an antidote to the blue ones.
Cold shock therapy also clears my head. I plunge into the ocean, diving deep beneath the waves and feel all of those blue dots, wash away.
Knowing, that my thoughts are not reality, but rather habit
Meditation
Running
Reframing
These things, help me see the blue dots for what they are, figments, spots on my filter. I take a tool, clean them off.
