Wabi-sabi[not to be confused with wasabi]:the discovery of beauty in imperfection; the acceptance of the cycle of life and death
Nigeria. I inhale the aroma of the trees and the soil.
"Adrian?"
"Yeah" He rubs my thigh soothingly, making me lean against his shoulders.
"How does a shadow look like?"
"Mhm, a shadow is something which follows you everywhere. It's black and it usually forms within light"
"Tell me how to feel black?"
"Black is strong, it matches with everything. Many people feel that black is a scary colour but it's actually just the dark. People get scared of the colour black because they can't see anything in the darkness, and black is darkness"
"Really? I don't like how people question me that I always see black; because being blind doesn't make you see black, we normally see nothing. Not even black" My voice comes out soft, as I feel him gently place his hand on my hand.
"I know. Black is a very strong colour, black is lonely, misunderstood and mystified"
"Black sounds gloomy, but I like it too"
"That's good to know" I feel him grab my hand, as he kisses my palm with his soft lips.
Is it bad to feel something romantically towards someone when you're blind?
"Black is the colour of night, the stars light it up"
"So, the sky in the morning is blue and the sky at night is black...?"
"Yeah"
"Black sounds like a beautiful colour though"
"It is a beautiful colour. Everyone wears it at least once in their lifetime"
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