Blind Man

The darkness is thick, It clings to the night like a slim fit jean on a hipster.


My eyes blink, trying to see. The nothing of black assaults me.


I search for you. Arms stretched out, steps tentative, stiff. I must look like Frankenstein in search of his bride.


I hear you, beckon. Your words dance just at the edge of night. They echo into the darkness causing a chill.


A breeze brushes my cheek. Soft as a butterfly wing, yet somehow sharp...like a knife.


I know danger is ahead. But you call out, and I follow.


I am a blind man.