I’m not blind. It’s not that I don’t see you, looking for me, searching all those unknown places. I know you’re there, I know you want me. You are the song I haven’t yet sung, you are the light before the morning breaks over the darkened sky. You are everything a girl like me could ever wish for.

I can feel the contours of you, those smooth lines beneath my fingers. I know you feel me too, through space and time. You are not here, in my physical reach, but it matters little.

There is a spot in my heart not yet filled, a spot I know you can fill. You can patch up the shattered remnants of my soul; stitch them together with silken thread. It’s not that I don’t want that, not at all.

If you were human, I know exactly what you would look like. A young girl, maybe two or three, blond ringlets, holding a bunch of dandelions. If you were an animal, perhaps a puppy dog. But you are abstract, you are something I cannot hold. You are hope; hope I have never had.

I’m not blind. It’s just that it’s so dark out…