A World Anew

Sense

I tried to walk today.

They said my eyes would never be the same, I'd never see the world the way I had before. But I have hope. I believe one day, one day I was see what the others do.

The voice I heard before, now a picture in my mind. A woman, short, brown hair. Her eyes reminded me of dirt, they were a soft, but dark brown. I told her they looked like tiny mud puddles. He voice was so unique, like a bell; it was music. She would laugh, and give what seemed a smile. Her name was Satin, or, maybe it's spelled Sation, I'm not sure. She was the nice melody that revealed to me the world's colours, the music in my head in visual context.

The ground was so, weird. Satin says I will get used to it, but I still think it's weird. The ground is nothing like I had ever imagined. It was cold, shallow, and empty. I could feel the earth beneath me, rejecting me. It was like I could hear the ground, whispering to me that I was not welcome, that my skin was not deemed wanted. I had always dreamed the earth to be soft, gentle. Not too warm, but not frozen, it would be a cradle to the appendages of my lower half. I wanted to cry, I felt the Earth rejecting me, saying I was not worthy of being one amongst it.

Satin says it is usual, for people of my, "condition", to feel this way, but it doesn't feel acceptable. I remembered asking, the question plaguing my thoughts a storm.

"Have I left a mark..?" I would ask her, but she would only shake her head, smile, and coach me to take another step towards her.

I am starting to feel this earth does not want me, that I may never leave an impression of my being in this world soil. Maybe, that's just how it's meant to be....