September 15th, 2010 at 07:51pm
Okay, well, I saw this on the Pimping and Reccing forum. I just had to read it. The feathers in the background are really pretty, by the way.
I loved all of this, and I couldn't tell you why just because it left me unable to make sense of it all. I wanted to smile when she was describing red and blue; all at the same time, my heart ached.
All I know is that this is one of the best things I've read in a while. Thank you.
I can feel it though; warm and rich and sometimes a bit cruel. There was something so real and so human about this statement that I loved.
A little girl came to me once, wondering why am I different and /how/ am I different. I told her I cannot see. She told me she can't see too. I asked her how. She said that she has to get up on her toes to see, because everything is so big. Everything was adult-sized, and she was so small that she can't see anything without lifting herself up. This was amazing how did you do that. How did you even think of relating these two separate things so perfectly. So different but so the same.
I am little and white in this mute-black huge world and the world will never be as white as me, nor will I be as black as the world. <3___<3
I asked people I barely speak with to color me up. A girl who I knew through pure chance told me I looked beautiful. I asked her how did I look beautiful and she didn't answer as she wasn't there to begin with. This part broke my heart. It reminded me of a scene with Toph, the blind girl from Avatar: The Last Airbender.
What kind of heart would like to hear breaking songs if it is not a heart that needs breaking? A heart broken-up by the need to see what other hearts do. A heart broken by the world it lives in, by the shut ribcage it lives in. It took me several tries to understand this. I had to reread it several times. And it was amazing. I can't even. I feel like basing a million stories off it. It's that good.
No matter how high I step on my toes, I will not see above what is meant for me. That is how we are different: that girl and I. And finally all the sameness disappears and only the absence remains. This was poignant and the ended was wonderfully open ended.
My only critique is that I think you can avoid saying the word 'blind' in the story, because you already showed it so well. Also I love the way you make layouts. Oldschool meebs.
Just a bunch of gushing but you can't really blame me -hand-