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we have a room
at the corner of a big tall building
with an enormous view of the city
and a large piece of. sky.
i sit there sometimes
with the air conditioner humming at the background
so quiet
sometimes just to watch the clouds change its shape
so distant yet it feels so close
like smoke bellowing sprouting in mid air
hovering mutely against the blue sky
drifting so peacefully
oblivious to the
chaos beneath
the street, usually dotted with cars
so busy
rushing from one end to the other
or headless humans
walking briskly to someplace
not noticing the beauty of nature
occasionally a bird or two would sky dive
frolicking in against the wind
as if teasing me
to get myself my own pair of wings
yet all i could do is stare from a piece of window
gawking away
with an internal clock counting down to the last minute of rest time
i saw the first rain drop tapping against the window.
the rain drop slide off the glass,
shimmering as it went down because of. gravity.
then,
an epiphany dawn upon me
would i believe that we can see such beautiful things
if the retina did not exist?
humans would be gropping in
darkness
ruling the world on fours
and the world would only be
perceived via touch.
would i believe in the beautiful melodies
if the cochlear did not exist?
when i can only stare and imagine the tunes when the pianist hit the black and white keys
or the harpist strum the strings?
so desperately straining my
ears
filling in the imaginary tones
would i..
