Topic of the Month Braille - Ribbed for your pleasure... I once awoke from a dream, tricky when blind, the boundary between sleep and awake is a graceful lie the mind tells. Eyes always closed, sound a distant echo; my world exists within my grasp. It smelt as if I was awake, tasted like the cool air of the warm outdoors, where I found myself tonight or today. Time is quite arbitrary if you cannot see it pass; nor feel it move, only myself through it. I have been touched by beauty, felt every heartbeat of the embrace. Now I long to return to my perception of those events. Blind people can cry rivers, even if we cannot see our own tears. They wash away the rain like your own. I must take myself back, let us recall together where I became and when I died. Try not to read this but let these words hold you like once hed me; feel these thoughts as if they were your own.
How do you spot a blind man at a nudist colony? It’s not hard!
Don’t forget to smile
Don’t forget to breathe