Pictures fading

I don't see pictures in my mind any more, I don't see worlds dripping with splendor the way I used to. I don't see sunrises lead to sunsets all so the moon can dance the same way I once did. I just don't see the world in images creating stories worthy of being told. All I see now is words, lines connecting lines and dots spotting the horizon, pauses and exclamation are home in the land vivid with words of life. Shores shimmering with sands of joy beckon me from the ocean of rest I fall into. The sky above dances with the world below with no greater purpose than to be know. And to imagine, that one day, my imagination would be this way...

This might be the one time my world becomes dark and I can't pick out the words amongst my surroundings and then I would know tragedy, but blessed am I that I can look to the darkness above and see the show of lights pound my soul with life. Oh how wonderful it is to see the world painted with words and not colors.