Blind

Someone once said in the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. True as that may be, I would not give up my blindness for any number of kingdoms of the blind – for in the kingdom of magic, the blind man is king.

Different perspectives, see – or not, be that as it may. I can feel the weaves of magic around me, silvery lines that laugh and sing and dance and make you feel so alive that without it, life wouldn’t be worth living. I don’t know how people can go around in their lives without it; those who can see can’t feel, and they are stuck to their little lives, their empty lives where the can barely feel the grazes of magic, can barely feel the touch of pleasure so great that it’s edged with the sweetness of pain.

So do not pity me that I am blind; I pity you that you are not.