Would the curse of King Midas really be so bad? Greed, of course, can overcome and consume an individual, but what a mystical power to be able to possess. To be able to turn everything you touch into such wondrous objects of beauty, it seems like it would be a dream. Then again, perhaps my brain conceives this altered view just like how it misconceives its own chemistry. Still, King Midas’ curse seems to be a blessing through my eyes. To be able to not ruin everything your hands touch, but make to make them glow and shine. I hope my audience does not take me too literally for this is only a figurative thought. Being wrapped up in the claustrophobic wool that is one’s own deceit and depression can lead an individual to think such thoughts. Does it not make sense that when you are surrounded by so much darkness to yearn to see light? If I were gifted with the power of Midas, at the very least, I would touch my own eyes. Maybe then the nonexistent shades would vanish… But that is not even the most beautiful aspect of it all. I would touch my very own eyes for once again they would have a sparkle in them; the sparkle I have grown to miss yet cannot vividly recall what it had looked like. The concept is the very same as the way it becomes increasingly harder to remember the voice of someone you have not seen in years, and my eyes are deaf. Although I remain on this sphere holding capabilities not given to all, I cry. People say count your blessings, but see, today is opposite day. I am able to say that without it being contradictory because every day is opposite day. As I said, do not take me so literal. This metaphor deals with my eyes once more, but also with my mind. Positive perceptions used to be a natural function, such as breathing, but now those perceptions react differently. Since I do not know when I will be able to escape this condemning calendar of this dreadful holiday, I wait. Nothing more and nothing less than that for I have found sacrifices to God and deities alike do not comply with proposed pleas. All I can do is continue waiting for my curse to transform into itself into a blessing.
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