Each note elicits a burst of color; a brilliant firework illuminating my mind.
Your voice feels of a warm fire place, enveloping my senses. It keeps me safe.
I run my fingers across letters feeling their personalities. “W” is romantic and “N” worries so much. “A” is just ready to let their spirit soar.
Numbers = perfection. When all together their curvy rows, steadfast as they create a perfect pattern.
I love the feel of words dancing off my tongue. Each sound tastes like a delicious color as it falls onto my paper.
As the color of the pianostrings reverberates around my mind, the emotion of his voice echoes in my heart as his words become images on the canvas before me. I keep count of the beats and delight in the colors as I see the song become his story in my painting. I use my finger to pull the color red down and close my eyes as I can taste the sweetness of its hue.
I once felt like a freak for the world my mind created for me but now I rejoice in my gift. What a joyous way to live. I only wish everyone could dance around the colors as music plays, touch the color to be able to taste it, feel sound cradle you as you sleep and be able to laugh as numbers tickle your stomach. So thankful for the world of synesthesia.
Written for Trifecta Challenge;
This weeks word….freak.
b : a seemingly capricious action or event
a : a person or animal having a physical oddity and appearing in a circus sideshow
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