i ain’t got no picture when i close my eyes you ask if i see a yellow banana it’s dark. i’m trying to imagine it no image but words that fit

aphantasia

i ain’t able to fantasize to run a picture now i realize close you eyes think of a red apple tell me the light dapples

aphantasia

if you don’t see a picture describe and you’re working from metaphore the dark of your lids is the show you might be living like you don’t know

aphantasia

all this time i thought i could see it ain’t blindess but i’m free of all the images of my life no future to imagine or second sight

aphantasia