a tiny and restless thing.
What am I but a dreamer,
blindly trusting. Believing.
But is blindness, blindness really?
Is blindness but a liberator
a choice.
The good and the bad equally prevalent. Two creatures duel for attention, the darkness enticing so many more eyes than the simple light. But that light... when you catch a glimpse of it. You can see the colors. The mass of moving incomprehensible.
What is blindness then, But a simple choice.
To believe, or not to believe.
To see, or not to see.
I have weaknesses many, I have faults even more
But God made me a dreamer, a believer, an explorer, a lover, a rejoicer, a changer, an artist, a learner, a creator, a worker, a desirer, a perceiver, a friend, a sister, an appreciator, a teacher, and a daughter with the infinities as my canvas.
