Blind Man's Braille

For long i longed to meet in greetings the sight of the morning. My eyes with glasses to hide from the harm of the darkness of day. As i saw no faith in my last hope, cometh was the braille. And my hands started to see more clearer, beyond wishes of my eyes. So i writ a note with suicidal thoughts, a death note for my eyes had already died and awaken was the view in my hands. So i raised dots ink on a transparent paper a see through, for i was to see through it. As for all was written in thoughts , "my transparent paper", the brailled