They say the sunrise is the most beautiful thing one can see.
I often disagree.
I want to see the tears in a parent's eyes while he watches his firstborn get his diploma, holding the camera in shaky hands - the same hand that use to cradle his tiny baby's head while he was burdening his mind thinking will they eat tomorrow.
I want to see pain a lover hides from his other when he hears she's going away. Because real love hurts.
I want to see the freedom of a girl finally finding the courage to dress her wrong-gender body in a dress.
I want to see the joy on a child's face when they pick up the first fruit from the tree they had planted with their parents, realizing they have a purpose and are able to create something so beautiful.
I want to see the face of my other half that follows the words "I love you".
I think compared to all of that, a sunrise is nothing special. But I would like to see it.
Sometimes, I really wish I wasn't blind.
I often disagree.
I want to see the tears in a parent's eyes while he watches his firstborn get his diploma, holding the camera in shaky hands - the same hand that use to cradle his tiny baby's head while he was burdening his mind thinking will they eat tomorrow.
I want to see pain a lover hides from his other when he hears she's going away. Because real love hurts.
I want to see the freedom of a girl finally finding the courage to dress her wrong-gender body in a dress.
I want to see the joy on a child's face when they pick up the first fruit from the tree they had planted with their parents, realizing they have a purpose and are able to create something so beautiful.
I want to see the face of my other half that follows the words "I love you".
I think compared to all of that, a sunrise is nothing special. But I would like to see it.
Sometimes, I really wish I wasn't blind.
Cicmila
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