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This blog will be updated as Jupiter finds out more insight. Even I do not know where she gets this stuff.







After floating through a day, my nights are heavy with darkness, specked with stars.


You would think my world is trippy enough. All I see are golden flakes and glowing names, where and how they land... odd shapes. Odd shapes that I have learned to recognize as objects I once saw as a fawn: Trees, patches of flowers, grass, deer, pillars, rocks, and everything else in this forest. As you can imagine, there are some things I am blind to until I can smell or hear them. Those, I do not worry about. I can smell or hear them if I need to.

Do I miss the world you see? I do, yes. It is a fairly monotonous world, seeing nothingness and gold. I say "nothingness" instead of "Black." This is because I cannot describe to you any color of nothingness. It is all in itself an overwhelming...ah... thing. An overwhelming thing, yes. It is so saddening to be unable to see the world in its full and beautiful color, but I have found joy in other things. I have found joy in the feelings of the world. It is wonderful to lay in the sun and not have to worry about opening your eyes to see your friends... and still you know that they are there. I can hear things, things that I used to overlook. I allow birdsong to overtake me, running water to rule me, voices to lead me in discovery. I can tell twins apart where others cannot, by their voice and heartbeat alone. Yes, the consistent purr of heartbeats is always there. I can tell from a heart what others can tell from a face. I can tell from a voice and heart combined a lie from truth. My world can see what you are blinded by, though you can see the world and I am blind to it.

So, you see, I am only as blind as you, though my world is as a poppy-eater's: considered to be trippy and terrifying yet blissful. I ask you: Am I blind, or are you blinded by sight?

Now, if you will join me to listen to the birdsong, I would be honored.