A cozy place to read
There is a light that follows me,an unseen eye that watches.Darkness floods my chest,yet the glow gives me relief. Pages.Pages and more pages.Paper as shelter,words as comfort. Life:desire, danger,hope…and disappointment. An echo in my mindkeeps me from knowing who I am—or who I might become.That perfect version of melives only in thought,in dream. And in […]
Behind the glass, everything looks different.When I look outside, I seepeople smiling,children running aroundthe luminous green—almost phosphorescent—of trees caught betweenthe end of spring and the beginning of summer. But on my side of the glass,things don’t look as vibrantor as warm.All I see areshades of gray around me. Time moves forward,though sometimes I feel it freeze,leaving me […]
What does a blind person see when an image is described to them?When did we stop truly observing with our eyes and start merely labelling what we see, without really looking? Could it be that we are the ones who are blind—unable to see the colours of a word?What is the texture of an emotion?What […]