blind people

Lately, I’ve been feeling very drawn to blind people.

Maybe it’s the idea of feeling instead of seeing. The reliance on emotion and physicality of others. Presence matters more than the quantity of interaction and familiarity is an essence rather than the location itself. Maybe it's the parallel of trust; where a belief isn’t reliant on seeing but is relayed only by those who do. A dependence on others to provide the true brutal, blatant, and unbiased perspective of facts. I wonder how much more is gained without the simulated distractions sight provides. Without the prejudice and facade that stems from appearance. A verbatim world evolved through the imagery of word choice; a summative story called “Life” [written by many, owned by one]. How much more adventurous thoughts are with no barrier to reality; people are purple and clothes- redundant. Memory becomes the greatest asset when the world is constructed from words. Chapter 1: The Raw Reality— Written by all those gifted with the ability to see, sold only to those who really can.