Blindsighted : Writing

Red

Red

A Poem by Blindsighted


Hearts are made of glass, and the colour red just gives me too many mixed signals.
Smile on.

Smile on.

A Story by Blindsighted


A letter to my future self.
Let's trace the night.

Let's trace the night.

A Story by Blindsighted


Do you believe in forever?
The Making of a Cynic

The Making of a Cynic

A Story by Blindsighted


For all the shot-down dreams you took time to build.
I'll Be Your Eyes...

I'll Be Your Eyes...

A Story by Blindsighted


Smile on, darling.
To the boy with artist's hands,

To the boy with artist's hands,

A Story by Blindsighted


from the girl with dreamer's eyes.
Falling Behind

Falling Behind

A Poem by Blindsighted


Don't you ever feel like the world is spinning way too fast to keep up?
The Art of Pretending

The Art of Pretending

A Poem by Blindsighted


Sketch the picture of a perfect place Filled with friends, love, and smiles They drown in their ignorance they call bliss And replace ..