How we see is what we see. But we do not see what we know, we only know what happens behind, but not in front. Sight isn't for life, it is for luxury, it is dark to think of it the other way, but that way is not the only way. Like the other senses, sight is dead, unneeded, but always there, colours can be seen but never felt, just a never-ending taunt in your life, in your sight, red of love but you cannot see the red of blood which feels so wet. The sight of us dying for everything we know but always unknowing and dead. Never will you see the sight of this world to be since you are blind. Sight is not for us, or you, it is a gift from him. Bask in its glory.
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HorrorA collection of my short stories, updated throughout the years to come Enjoy Also remember to vote and comment, thanks :)
