I don’t see the world like others do
I don’t see it in its glorious technicolour and vividness
And I see it through ink on paper
Black ink on white paper
Grey ink on yellowing paper
Blotted ink on texture paper
And I see my world through the words I read
and I don’t see and then comprehend
I comprehend and then see…
I read words and sentences and dots and lines and the spaces between the sentences and words and I read punctuation marks and I see mountains and valleys and oceans and rivers and forests and animals and people and I see flawed people and I see hurt ones and I see black people and white people and grey people. ..
And nothing I see is simple and everything is complex in a way that is so utterly beautiful it shatters my heart at times.
And I relate…
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