I wake up again, just another morning, in the land of blur and shadows.
Oh, all you shades
– how I miss you.
I swipe passed a travel blogger’s description of the sunrise she saw in Mexico and I tried to imagine it in my head. Swirls of colour, in the sky and in the sea, up above and down below.
Pink and purple. Orange and yellow.
Have I ever seen a pink sea?
I have no need to fight it now, my eye appointment hours away, that I am blind and going blinder.
Yeah, I said it. I feel it. I have resisted it. I know it. I need, still, to talk/write about the hard things, in defence of the life I miss and that of which I am living now both.
I miss you, colours, I want to shout at the dark, night sky and at the morning light.
Swirls of colour, trapped inside my mind, going darker and darker. The swirling confusion just won’t quit.
I can’t blame that travel blogger and her sharing of the colours she sees. I want to blame someone, but there’s no one and it will do no good.
No good. Swirls of colour. They won’t stop swirling.
Swirling, swirling, swirling.