When freshman year in high school rolled around, I realized just how many different people actually were able to hold conversation with me about music, no matter the type. Xvideos No words were said as the music played, just the sound of drums, the sound of bass as it strained the cheap headphones Will owned. I could switch from conversing about country to hip-hop just as easily as I could breathe. I couldn’t tell you what shade of color they are. I felt chills run down my spine, and a wide grin split across my face. Even when teachers weren’t around. And later on, I found out that because of my lack of sight that my body compensated. People ask what I see all the time, and the only way I can respond is by saying,
“I see nothing at all,” to which comes the typical reply,
“So you see black?” At this point I just shrug
