Shall I describe which bit my guts currently hurting, or chance inaccuracy cos its transferrence? Yet though it hurts the source unknown.
I smile, i act an act worthy of a ballet swan yet without dramatics, an image of normalcy.
A scream of ouch would not penetrate the brains of people who are visual only, the thing is hidden.
And so I see, unseen is unheard, and so apt, when illness is a thing, and no one sees it. Such accuracy.
A dive, a ducking, or avoidance. from engagement or activity, what is that but questionable in those that are blind to see the ill?