Colors that never left me.

Last night, everything was quiet. I turned off YouTube, set my phone aside, and tried to settle in for sleep. But my mind was racing—with excitement, with color, with memories.

Even in the silence and the dark, the colors inside me wouldn’t stop. They were flaring up—bright orange, golden brown, flickers of red and even blue on the edges. I wasn’t dreaming yet. I was just lying there, wide awake… and still seeing.

I started thinking about how these colors have always stayed with me. I don’t have eyes. I don’t have external vision. But inside? I still see. I remember what fire looked like—red-orange around the edges, with deep brown and gold at its center. I remember school buses being the same color as American cheese. These are things I saw when I had sight, and now they live inside me, as bright as ever.

They don’t fade.
They flare.

I think that’s why I wanted to start this blog—to show that even though I’m blind, my inner world is full of color. It’s personal. It’s emotional. It’s mine. And I’m learning that maybe that’s what makes it powerful.

So here I am, finally putting this into action—turning the colors in my mind into something real, something you can read and feel and maybe even see in your own way.

Thank you for coming along with me.

    

     

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  1. SallyeJune 15, 2025 at 11:56 AM

    I had sight before I was blind and I've found it's such a blessing for things to stay with me the way they have and to be able to remember it all and still enjoy the thought of all I've seen. It truly is very personal. Thank you for deciding to share with others.

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