Darkness.
I have been accustomed to it, the perpetual darkness that never seems to let me go from its clutches. I have never known what color does to a life, for I have never seen any. They say it makes the world more vibrant, more beautiful, and more praise-worthy.
I, on the other hand, have never experienced it.
Shapes, sizes, smell and sound- the four S’s, were easy to make out. However, color… I kept wondering how it would be like. It was wishful thinking, a hope which would never evolve into reality.
I longed for vibrancy in my life. I longed for the bright yellow light of the warm sun, which warmed my body during outdoor walks; the blue oceans providing life to a million aquatic animals; the redness of the cheek on a cold winter day; the seven colors of the rainbow. I wanted anything but this constant sea of darkness.
The doctor said that this darkness was in fact the color- black. That did not help. How could she know what I saw? How could I explain which color enveloped my sight? It was not easy, if not impossible.
It was not any color.
Even if they did call it black, they would not know for sure.
It was simply just plain darkness. 523Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb0zfsDdMUH
