As she sits quietly on the grass she gazes up at the stars. The melody of soft butterflies rolls through her ears with serene temper. The Sun glares down on her mind, creating darkened lights among the leaves. Never has so smooth a movement glided through the tunnels of thought. Now, as she glides her way towards another day her dreams drift along a Path. Narrow is the way and gleaming is the brand new day. Petals stomp the glimmering prance of water on the still pond. Geese mock the air with laughter in their own language. As her fingers warm she sees the connection made to passion, yearning for the faith to try again.

You know, I really don't know...

A tensing throughout the core creates some sort of moisture where vision is received.

Red liquid pores from the outer protection of the embodied figure.

Aching, tossing, thrashing the tangled knots in stiff contractions.

A crack of relief causes release of the tight horror of entrapment.

The creature lying within is released like a work of fire, flailing two and fro to catch the glimpse of happiness.

A light brighter than day expounds from the nonexistence of darkness, that brings the new mind home.

To Contradict is to Live

The eyes are a peculiar thing. You never really stop to think that you are looking out of them. It is just assumed that you will be able to see. Have you ever stopped to think what it would be like to not be able to see? Sitting in complete darkness, missing the things that were sensed before but neglected. Is it possible that you would see even more than before? Prejudice would be gone, doubt would decrease, and the ability to feel more passionately would increase.

Every other sense would evolve to a different level. You would become more in tune with your self, with your being altogether. Music would be played with resound, dancing would flow off every nerve as if the air were flying across your skin, and love... Ah love... Love would shoot threw the roof on wings. There would be no filter to hold back the immense feeling of love you had towards another being. No presupposed factor that love should be hidden in order to protect pride. You would have never witnessed the abuse of love with your eyes, therefore you do not suppose that anything should be done but love another. No doubt would cross your mind when it came to settling with the right decision that points you in the right direction. Faith would simply be livelihood, not just a virtue.

Sight impairs many things that can be but aren't. It has healed as much as harmed. Contradictions exist to create the world we live in, nothing would exist without its opposite. You need unhappiness in order to feel that true joy is real, breathing makes it possible to understand death and it is heartbreaking to have to understand that there is hate in the world so that love can be.