Open Eyes
Color spins before me while the world spins around me. For the first time, I see light. For the first time, I see color. For the first time, I see me. I feel like I was created to see this. Created to feel and understand this. Put here on this day to know there is more. To know that there is more in me--around me. I am gazing into the face of true beauty. I feel like there can be good in everything--light at the end of tunnel--a silver lining--because this exists. I envy him for capturing elusive but fall in love with him for giving it to me. Life is so fragile, beauty so delicate. Everything I desire so precious. My eyes are open for the first time. I can finally see. I don't know all that I am looking at, but my eyes are finally open, and I never want to close them again.
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Yes. The American Windows by Marc Chagall. They are housed in the Art Institute of Chicago. Standing in front of them is my favorite place in the world.
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