Blindness

Colors streak by. Reds blend into purple and burst into balloons of blue and yellow. Like splashes from a waterfall greens jump through the air, and pinks sizzle like a burning fire. Burning my eyes, they flash and spring about, like colors dancing on the wind. Melting into one another they never stop, not one but thousands. Zigzags and dots and starbursts of color that play hide and seak in my mind. Eyes closes, blind to the world, yet I see. I live in a world of feeling, every step I take makes the colors rocket around my brain, shooting off like hundreds of fireworks bursting into beautiful shapes. My world is far more real than the one you see. You call me blind, but oh how I disagree.