I forgot how to care until you came into my focus.
Life was becoming more and more like a printing press.
A blur of paper money mesmerizing before my eyes, and the chronic sound of machinery beckoning to meet it’s next deadline.
There’s something worse than numb; blind and numb.
I saw a blind person smelling flowers the other day. It was an incredible testament to life.
The exoticism of the color was lost on him. The coordination of the ecology before him was beyond his description.
Yet, his olfactory receptors made the simplest impression on me.
I’m excited to use my senses again.