One time I asked a blind man if he knew what colors were. He said, “Well, I’ve never actually seen them, but in my mind the color they call yellow feels like the warm rays of sunshine. The color green, I think, is the soft texture of the blades of grass in an empty meadow; the color red is the screech of sirens and horns, and I could have sworn I felt blue in the waters of the Atlantic Ocean.”
“You see, my friend”, he added, “I may not have the gift of sight, but I am thankful that I am spared the blackness that supposedly engulfs the world at night. I cannot distinguish between dark and light, but I can definitely tell wrong from right; I can tell good from bad, happy from sad, I hear hidden tones in music that others cannot, I can feel the crisp droplets of rain on my skin, and unlike others, I can actually see the wind.”, he said, pausing to catch his breath.”.. Never feel bad for a blind man,” he said finally; “for you see the world for what it is.. while I see it for what it could be.”
My name is Igor Oro, and I have been doing spoken word and poetry for about 3 years now. You can find some of my work at www.soundcloud.com/ryehighproductions.