This is a repost from three years ago. I like knowing that I used to be able write this kind of drivel.
When you live your life in total darkness, it doesn't take much.Damn, I just noticed that I already reposted this entry, this past July. Oh well, can't be helped. Google's got it in its grasp now.
The smallest spark, the slightest flash of light, can capture your full attention. Even after it's gone, the memory of that flash lives on.
Sometimes that flash is welcomed, but most times, most times it's only reminding you of what's missing.
A man gone blind does not always wish for sight, for there can be comfort in the dark.
Acceptance. Tranquility. Peace. All erased by a spark, a glimmer, a splash of light that does nothing but burn the retinas and leave ghost images floating and intruding.
A flash is nothing by itself. It's over in an instant. But the memory of it lingers, and the blind man sometimes wishes he could forget.