It may sound like a dream, but at least the weary soul has not given up yet. The demeanor of one's actions are blamed upon color rather than who that individual is. Simple gestures are no longer appreciated. You can no longer go around life showing love to one another because the corrupt manipulate it into something else. The sorrowness that wrecks through society leaves a scar on us all. That scar discolors our eyes, it drains our soul. It seems to be quite contagious, there's no escaping. Many become hardened to think that there eyes will no longer be ‘discolored,’ in reality it's something that we're all taught. More or less a tradition ingrained in our brains. Then we wonder why people are not accepting of one another, why some are different than others. It's nothing about being ‘different,’ it's about if you see color or not, it may be how your thought process is when or if you do see color.

           In the end, never take for granted of those who hold you close, nor those who care for you, or anyone that has an impact upon your life. As we become numb to color blindness, we transform into one who is less than the imperfections in there skin. Just remember, color holds flavor, intensity, boldness to one's character.

    There are days where my eyes hurt, it sinks deep within the blood of my veins. To and fro, as freely as the oxygen smothering amongst my body. Some days my eyes are so dry, not even Systane contains the proper amount for them to feel comfortable again. Often, as I observe many put makeup in there eyes to no longer care for what one's soul truly expresses, but rather hide. For the eye tell of which the mouth cannot say. The plastic that rubs against there cornea only seems as if reality is nonfiction. As we put on physical barriers between human contact, we no longer see others as who they are, we no longer show affection as we wish to treat each other.

    Sometimes I sit here feeling alone as if no one sees the color in me, not like something selfish, but it's nice for others show that they genuinely care. The moment a cold hearted person hurts one who isn’t, the pain is like a virus. Everyone ‘heals’ differently but it doesn’t seem like it's healing nowadays.  We as a society just stuff everything in the back of our minds to make ourselves forget about it. One of many stages on numbing thy soul. One of too many problems of our blindness.

Cassandra Reynolds