I see the grey on their faces
I see the clouds on their heads
I see the tears traces
and their broken hearts
I see the wind
I see the grass
and this world I had imagined
was much better in the past
before my sight was made transparent
But,
I see the light
I see the dimples and freckles on her chin
I see her eyes
I see her skin,
To know that she is real.
I was in town and an old man started talking to me, I said I was doing about textures for my art project and he began talking about himself. He was born blind and grew up blind without being able to see. He met his wife when he was 8 years old and they married when they were 20. All through their lives together he couldn't see until he was given laser eye surgery to improve his sight and he was telling me that when he could first see he was really disappointed because the world he thought was beautiful was really depressing and people were sad. It was driving him mad. But then one sunny spring day when the light poured in from the French shutter windows-his wife standing in the door way he realised how blessed he was of being given sight and being able to see the real beauty of her and know she's an actual person without having to touch around to know she's there. And that her presence-the sight of her comforted him. I thought that was beautiful..