Blind sight

What I see is what I know And What I know is what is seen A blur a blob A figure here and there And an all-time show of purely blank pages that are filled with the ink that comes from... The times where I touched the soft whispy wind and felt the burning sun that shone above in the skyline like a ruler to her subjects. The times where the rain droplets had fallen onto my face like a cold sensational feeling. The times where I could never had visualised another's face but felt their emotion in different ways like when In pain a feeling of awareness arises to say it's time to give comfort. When there a joyous occasion laughs will be shared. When angry all it will take is for me to place their hand in mine to show that no matter what, I'll be there. I don't see colour but I hear the sounds of the vibrant shades of blue in the skyline I feel the warm yellow and burning orange sunrays that dance apon my skin I smell the roses that hold the scent of a thousand shades of red I taste of the fruit that lays in the gardens, oh how sweetly the plump purple wine grapes taste like the colour of the sunset when the queen lies to rest. What I see is what i know and what I know is what I've seen Maybe not in person but in my mind and it's absolutely beautiful.