Blind Sight

Blind heart. Blind Soul. Blind Eyes. The day ever so sad brings peace upon you at last. The colors reflect lust; only on a day like this. It’s so strange to feel this way. The air filled with rain aroma. The leaves swaying slowly as your eyes observe them doing so. Hoping to find the reason you feel emptied of sentiment, you stumble forth the path assigned to you. Indecisive thoughts hurt your mind. Pain loves the sound of your tears falling. Strength allows you to cope, being the only element you’re not ashamed of. Electrical energy flowing through you once you understand the motives of the day you’re getting over with. Lesson being taught to the blind heart, to the blind soul; and to the blind eyes. Live with your passion and don’t try find the only meaningful piece there is to it. The unknown thrill of the blind sight.

-Krissia Chavez