They talked about the way the snow glistens under the sun, subtlety winking at them but all she saw was burdens of cold ice that growled at her making her shoulders shake as she shivered.

They talked about the way their insides felt light and fuzzy whenever they fell in love but she never could find a human to make her feel these things she’s heard stories about.

They talked about the way the sun touched everything in its view right before it set, making everything glow and feel warm at that time of day,

but she lived in shadows.

They talked about that amazing relief of scratching an itch after it’s been bugging you for awhile but she felt numb, inside and out.

They talked about how much they enjoyed the movie The Wizard of Oz,

but even when color was added halfway through, she still saw in black and white.

They talked about the way music made them feel and the happy state of mind it put them in,

but she couldn’t hear anything but nails on chalkboard that made her cringe and plug her ears.

They talked about how pretty the rainbows were after the rain showers, but a cloud hung in the air following her around, as she still sat in the rain waiting for the never ending storm to pass.

They talked about how they loved looking up at the stars as they gazed at the twinkling beauties,

but every time she looked upwards it felt as if the sky had caved in on her,

engulfing her in a heavy cloak of darkness.

They talked about their flower gardens and what lovely new seeds they got,

but every flower she attempted to grow, shriveled up and died through the touch of her fingertip.

They talked about how they could feel a bulb light up above their heads when they thought of a new creative idea,

but her bulb went out ages ago and she still hasn’t had the money to go to the hardware store and buy another one.

They talked about how they felt like they were floating on cloud 9,

but no cloud could ever carry her and the weight of the burdening demons perched on her shoulders.

They talked about how on a cold day they felt much warmer after drinking hot chocolate,

but whenever she brought her lips to the mug her icy breath expelled from her frozen soul turning the drink to solid ice.

They talked about the refreshing clean feeling they got after taking a nice long shower,

but no matter how much she scrubbed, she felt dirty and unclean inside for the bad things she’s done, her mistakes, regrets shames, and amount of times she’s disappointed others.

They talked about how their favorite season was fall because all the leaves turned vibrant and colorful, but all she could see was crumpled dead leaves that were aching for a touch of life, just like she was.

They talked about how much pain they were in that one time they broke a bone,

but her ribcage is already brittle and worn and deals with that pain daily.

She wondered why she couldn’t see things the way others did, feel things the way others did, enjoy things, hear things, do things the same as others.

She was doubtful that these beautiful things even existed at first.

But then she saw others experience them first hand and her skepticism vanished.

She knew this was possible, love was possible, she just felt like it wasn’t for her.

Seeing beauty was possible, she just felt like her eyes were broken.

Something was missing and she felt like she wasn’t capable of living the way others did.

Until one day, she was watching the sky, after it had been raining in hopes that she would find a rainbow.

She waited for hours and made sure to not blink once so she wouldn’t miss it.

She peered out into the open and tried to catch a glimpse of this beauty.

Keeping her eyes wide open for quite some time now, she finally gave up and decided to go back inside.

Then she blinked.

And when her eyes had opened,

she felt something sprouting inside her, starting in her toes then rippling up through her veins and dancing through her.

She blinked, and the lens in front of her eyes changed, something had shifted, and everything was different.

A new tone, a new color, a new perspective.

She listened to music and felt each music note tiptoe into her ear leaving her blissfully fervent.

She had gardens flourishing in her backyard and instead of the rain cloud hovering over her, it rained upon the garden, watering it.

She felt warmer on the inside, so warm that she didn’t need hot chocolate or any hot beverage to warm her up.

The burdening snow looked more like an inviting blanket of white to build a snowman out of.

She checked her front pockets, a place she’s never thought to looked because she was always looking behind her instead of into the future, and she found enough change to purchase a new light bulb to provide her with new ideas.

She ditched the concept of “don’t blink you might miss it”, because blinking was exactly what she needed to revive her outlook and give her new viewpoints to unlock life in color.