Synesthesia

Synesthesia

I see color in words, numbers, letters and songs.

True is indeed blue, but mellow not so yellow.

Sight seen through my mind's eye, every word written brings me to a place of color.

Understanding the world through various layers of perception has helped me to see. To see what others may not - cannot.

Everything that exists has an Essence, a life force, a depth of being.

A word is more than flat and trite. It's purpose profound and melodic enriched with the beauty of an endless array of shade and color.

The number four - maroon.

The word random, a silhouette of both orange and red. Random and its flow of colors accurately describe the vibe by which my brain fires - sparks racing at intermittent intervals.

As a child, I thought color existed within everything. As an adult, I still do.

But now I know that I am unique in that this is not everyone else's view.

In a world that can appear dark and dreary, the light can be found in the ambiguousness of subtext in anything - through color.