The Dreams of a Blind Man - The Epilogue
He delicately embraces his palms across her face as her attending heart conveys images of creation to him, her descriptions are mirror abstract illustrations of her thought process that reflect onto his masked mind into a dark room, He captures pictures, lock stock and barrel, but when he falls asleep scene one is introduced as a black and white movie portrays his life, pretty picture of clarity, soft static activates his silkened skin as the hair on his branches stick straight up to space as he touches and visions rose petals for the very first time, such artistic initials, He's driving an askewed vehicle, and with complete ascendancy he waves the traffic out in front of him as they glide away to silver skys. It's raining now as the drops dwindle onto painted jet black pavement, yet never descend from clouds, Just ten seconds closer to color - The caregiver awakes him to his nightmares pitch black reality of afflicted waves.
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