Colour

When the black hole at the back of my eye finally consumes my sight, I think I will miss colour the most. I have always loved colour, its bright iridescence making me smile on bad days, its vivid vibrancy taking my breath away, its marvellous wonder inspiring my imagination. Its beautiful.

Some people can hear colours. Synesthesia, its called. I've always thought it rather wonderful. Perhaps, when my sight fades, I will learn to hear colours instead. I'm not sure I could live without colour. But I know one day it will disappear, vanishing into the horizon of my sight.