“untitled” Deafblind mutterings

 My fingers are my eyes, my hands are my ears. I create my sense of space with my mind.

I depend on the memories of what I do, not on the memories of what I see or hear.

Everyone speaks a silent language; everyone expresses a truth without intention.

I remember the beauty of a place because of how I remember feeling, the light touching my body.

I always imagined the world people tell me exists.

I learned the meaning of freedom when I learned to accept the way I am.

Common sense will tell you many things:

Freedom is to do what you want to do for yourself; to be independent.

I must remember one thing – I must be open to other people.

Accept the way you are. Be true.

Peace, brothers and sisters.


Artist: Vicky Roberts

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