As one blind

Feeling, tasting, touching. And the darkness gives way to being...alive. Day became night, a fact. Outside the existence of objects unseen...solid and felt, by hands seeking to know, position. Parched from the thirst to explore, acquainting...with closed and opened doors. Filled. Moving on sated. Seeking more. Time leaves it's mark, feeling less, taste numbed, but the memory of what is known...lingers on.