To be loved is to be seen
And I never realized just how invisible I felt
Until you came along
And saw me in full color

I smell a fragrance
Familiar to me
There’s no one around
Except just for me
It’s quiet
It’s dark
It’s calm
I feel a gentle tickle on my arm
But there’s no one there
I can not see
I think it’s a spirit
Trying to talk to me
Someone gone before
But now just passing by!

Finding happiness was difficult.
Sadness was easy; it was everywhere.
And so, I learned to be joyous with it."

Life is about giving
back instead of taking.
I took a lot all my life,
apathetic and selfish.
When I see people today,
they don't look like marks.
I don't think about what I
can take from them.
They are God's handiwork.

Life is strange and short.
I couldn't have caused this
inner transition.
I always subscribed to
morality in theory.
Thank God,
the blind still receives sight.

Sometimes, acquaintances will say
that I've grown soft
as they turn to green jello, right
before my eyes.