π

9:13. Personal note.
When I was a little kid,
my mother told me
not to stare into the sun.
So once, when I was six, I did.
The doctors didn't know
if my eyes would ever heal.
I was terrified,
alone in that darkness.
Slowly,
daylight crept in
through the bandages
and I could see.
But something else
had changed inside me.
That day
I had my first headache.