I wish that I could experience life through the eyes of an artist.
I so frequently wish that I could look around at the world around me and see form rather than function.
I feel like half of all experience is lost to my mind.
I love art, in all of its manifestations.
But I can not make it.
I can not see it on my own.
Putting my emotions into visuals seems so simple in my head.
But when it comes time to actually do it...
I need an artist in my life.
I need someone here with me to show me this seemingly inaccessible portion of existence.
Someone to teach me how to better experience the color of being.
She was the closest that I have ever come to sight.
She was the closest that I have ever come to completeness.
My times with her were some of the most eye-opening and holistic moments of my existence thus far.
My senses were awakened; their range extended beyond what I had ever believed possible.
She was exceptional.
She was everything that I am not.
She was the rest of me.
But she is happier now.
I will remember her always.
The first beauty that I have ever known.