Touch

-… you know, my cats, they can see even in the dark…

Eye blinked in the darkness, following the origin of her voice, and asked with a half-smile.

-Do you know who else can see in the dark?

-Who?

-Darkness.

-Darkness?

-Yes, the darkness herself. She perceives everything. Every little thing, even that light, capable of seeing only the darkness. Still, wouldn’t one say the light itself must be a blind puppy, a blind newborn? Since wherever it looks, there is nothing but darkness. The darkness, which it refuses to touch, believing in its own preeminence 😑 Resulting in confused people flowering, fruiting chimeras…

-Monsters??

-Foolish stories about the blind man, who could see, with his heart.

-And the darkness was different?

-Not different. It was capable of true touch, speaking the only language of the heart…