The sky is painted with glittering stars. I can't look away its colors are dancing in my mind. I stand still trying to capture what I can with my eyes.
The moon as bright and as full as it can be. It's plastered onto the night sky. I still can't look there is more to see. I see the planets circle around use.
The more I move my eyes the less I see. But the more I look at one spot the more I'm missing.
I am blind unable to see, and yet the sky is so clear to me. I can see the shades of blue and black.
I still cannot see but I imagine what it looks like. That's the best I can do, you would know. If you were blind to.
You cannot see the way I do, no one can. I see only what I can even if it's just all in my head.
I love the night. I can see stars and planets alike, I can see the planets. But I only can see what I think, unless I find away. But in the end I don't think I want to.
For I am a blind man. I hope it stays that way, I like to think instead of see. No matter how cruel the would out side maybe.
