Monday, October 23, 2006

The Blinding White

As each day passes, my mind sees more. But as time slips pass like sand sliding from my balled-up hands, my eyes see less and less. The Blinding White sometime scares me.

It could take away possibly everything from me. When I walked pass some beautiful blooming striking red flowers dotted on this whole bush of dark, handsome greenery along the streets yesterday, I have no idea why, but I nearly cried. The sight just made me feel so free as if I own the world. It made me feel remembered. Or rather, it made me remember the bright side this world could offer.

I will lose everything if I lose Sight.

White like you can see nothing.


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