Senseless

“I thought you were blind.”

“I am.” He chuckles flipping another page in his unknown book.

“Then how are you reading a book?”

“I’m not.” He smiles looking up in my exact direction.

“Forgive me Sir, I just don’t understand-”

“I carry this book around because it makes me feel normal. It brings me a sense of comfort to know that at least maybe I can look the part. And I hope that maybe someday I will open up to one of the random pages and everything will come flooding back. Every word will purify with every second that passes and I will be able to see again.”

“That’s beautiful.” I mumble to myself.

“So are you.”

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