Though others may close their eyes, and then, By some miracle, see sunsets again, For those with aphantasia, it’s clear, No images form, no scenes appear.
Instead, however, thoughts softly unfold, Not with pictures, but concepts to hold. While some envision landscapes or streams, They dwell in ideas, not painted dreams.
At first, moreover, confusion may grow, "How do you not see?" the others will show. Yet soon, on reflection, they come to see, That minds work differently, equally free.
For instance, where colors fail to ignite, Words form bridges, abstract yet bright. Similarly, while sounds don’t arise, Logic and patterns replace the skies.
Nevertheless, their creativity blooms, Not in visual halls, but mental rooms. Furthermore, though memory lacks vivid hue, Its depth lies in meaning, robust and true.
On the other hand, it’s curious still, How some find silence, yet others will fill Their thoughts with faces, scents, and more, While those with aphantasia explore
The world not through imagery, but in kind, With richer prose and an agile mind. Thus, while the mind’s eye remains closed tight, Imagination thrives in its own right.
Consequently, let us all embrace, The varied paths of the human race. In the end, regardless of how we see, Each mind is a masterpiece, endlessly free.
