Am I Blank Too?
in the City, riding a Paperwing dragon with Levi. Because he's my favorite person ever. EVER.
June 5th, 2011
I don't know why I classified this as poetry, but I really don't know what else to call it. It's not great, but an idea that just sort of came into my mind, and I started mindlessly typing... CC please!
Your world is blank.
What are you? You are blank.
What is the land, the sky, the sea? They are blank.
What are the colors that gambol across your earth and heavens, bringing everything so alive? They are pure and bright and perfect.
My world is complete.
I am complete.
My land, my sky, my sea, they are complete.
But all the colors are blank.
It has occurred to me many a time that if we were one person, I would be able to see with my eyes, and you would be able to see with your soul, and we would be one in the same. But to dwell on impossibilities is cruel to me, cruel to you.
I do not know this “blue” you speak of, as in the hue of waves. Yet, you do not know this “blue” I speak of, not the full impact of calm, and melancholy, and relaxation.
You see the shade red as the first in the rainbow, but I could not begin to describe it in any way other than the feeling of my heart when I think of you. When I think of hate. When I think of love.
You have always told me that your biggest wish is for me to see like you can. My biggest wish is for you to see like I can, though I could never say that aloud. You do not understand that I can see beauty even if the colors are blank. I see that the feel of mist on my skin is beautiful. I see that the taste of chocolate is sweet and beautiful. But most of all, I see that your voice, your voice so clear and your voice so happy, is utterly beautiful.
How do you see me?
Do you see me like I see you?
Do you see me as complete?
Or am I blank too?
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*Explodes* That was epik. It's faved. I have no CC. *Explodes again* *Dies of epikness*
"Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become." ~ C. S. Lewis
Awww thanks!!!!!! :D
*~*~*There is a certain degree of substance contained in all pieces of fantasy. If an author can write magic, you’ll find yourself knowing this bit of fantasy is more likely reality than not.*~*~*
O.O
*jaw drops*
That... that.... *continues to babble*
Well... wow. It's amazing and thought-provoking. I've always wondered something sorta like that, except for me it was "what would it be like if we could hear colours?" This is a much better way of expressing it though. Great job!!! :D
Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always - Dante Alighieri
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December/And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor - The Raven
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Thaaaank youuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
*~*~*There is a certain degree of substance contained in all pieces of fantasy. If an author can write magic, you’ll find yourself knowing this bit of fantasy is more likely reality than not.*~*~*
You never fail to amaze me. :O
*Stara Aquila~ Inking my way through, drop by drop.
AWWWWWWWWWW :D
*~*~*There is a certain degree of substance contained in all pieces of fantasy. If an author can write magic, you’ll find yourself knowing this bit of fantasy is more likely reality than not.*~*~*
Incredible, so beautiful!
Thank you :)
*~*~*There is a certain degree of substance contained in all pieces of fantasy. If an author can write magic, you’ll find yourself knowing this bit of fantasy is more likely reality than not.*~*~*