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Feeling Green

My Mind as a Synesthete

By Melanie MitchellPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

My soul is prismatic

Colors move through me,

Blending with my senses

As I paint reality.

The world is my canvas

Colors aid my ideas,

I’m moved by all shades

Yet drawn to the one that is—

Green.

My experience of this color

Goes beyond what eyes see.

I feel green,

It’s what love equates to for me.

Green feels endless,

It delivers jubilation.

When my projects feel green

I’ve completed my creation.

Though I mostly feel blue,

I seek yellow feelings wherever.

When people or experiences transmit it,

We make green together.

Colors enhance my world,

They inspire what I pursue

Because we all see colors,

But I feel them too.

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