The blind lady stops to smell the flowers
The blind lady stops to wonder what light looks like
The blind lady bites into an apple to see how red tastes, and listens to her heartbeat.
The blind lady tells me
I do not need to see colour, for my imagination can stretch far beyond what my mortal eyes ever could. I do not need to see light for I hold it within.
She tells me that red tastes like missed opportunities, and the smell of rain looks like home.
She tells me to close my eyes and feel
And it is only then, that I realise
The blind lady is not so blind afterall.