Black.

It's all I see... or don't see. Black is nothing. But I think it's black.

I already hate that color. I'm so tired of it. Why not some color every now and then? Is that too much for me to ask?

And shapes. There's no shape. There's no texture. There's just nothingness. If only the memory flashes lasted longer so I could see some more color... it hurts.

It's like I can see color for about a second so I know it's there. I know what I'm missing out on, but I'll never have it. I'll have knowledge to lose sleep over, but I won't have the most simple things in life. Things that people don't cherish enough. Things people take for granted.

I crave color every second of my life. It's there, so close, but I'll never have it. And of course, I can't tell anyone about it because I cannot speak. Just blackness and nothing.

Color. Shape. Texture. Light.
Sight. Something I'll never have.
Why? Why me?