What if
what if the blind are the only ones who can see the truth
what if the deaf focus on more important things, beyond the noise of the world
what if the jester is the most depressed man alive
what if the poor live the richest lives
what if the dog knew how to speak but knew how empty words are and decided never to cheapen its time with you with them
what if the owl was asking for your name as it echoed its call through the night
what if the human eye only detects a specific spectrum because we could not handle seeing what's hidden
what if the bird is scared of heights and only flies because the traffic on land is a hassle
what if the cricket was a romantic violinist who was put under a hex years ago by a jealous witch
what if the horse is actually a unicorn, but it does not have a long enough lifespan to grow its horn
what if the clam is just a vault for mermaids to keep their pearls in
what if the dew is the grass's tears it sheds at night waiting for the beloved sun to return
what if the spider's passion is crocheting
what if when an artist dies they paint that day's sunset or sunrise
and the sea foam rolling in with the tide is the eraser shavings the sun makes when clearing the canvas for the next painting
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Orbis Unum
I am a visual art student in NY but love to dip my toes in writing in my spare time. I write about my mental illness and life experiences as well as the beauty life holds.
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