Today Was For You To Be Blinded
Open your windows.
Peer through and watch how clouds never wear the same clothes, two days in a lifetime. Not even the same color in an eternity.
Breathe deep.
Let your lungs make your heart beat differently. Let it beat to make you a song – a song that even you thought you wouldn’t sing.
For once, close your eyes, and you would realize that even if you were blind, you still would not run out of things to call beautiful.
You might even smell something you will comfortably call love.
Try to explain what you’re feeling and you will find out that a hundred of the biggest words could sometimes still fail to explain what a single smile would.
Open your hands and just by the time you have nothing to hold on to, just by the time you realize how empty they are,
clasp them together and the God you thought you’ll never know listens.
The first piece I remember writing was a poem in a red Hello Kitty notebook, and that was when I was seven. Come when I was 12, I read my writings only to judge myself. I burned the pages of that notebook - but I saved Hello Kitty. Here now is a new page I cannot and will not burn.
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