I'm in high school. I live a pretty normal life. Got a family, a mom and a dad. A brother and sister. And of course. My dog and cat. Ronald and Greg. (Don't ask). But there's always something different. Every day. Today was Fire. Not Ice. I don't know why and I can't explain it. The fire burnt deep into me. It is unexplainable. Uncontainable. It just spreads. I see so many colors that it is overwhelming. Oh yeah, forgot to tell you: I'm a Synesthete. You don't know me and I don't know you. But I can tell who you are by your books. Your words. I know your color. Blue, pink, yellow, purple. Easter, summer, Christmas, Sunday. I know. It's not creepy, it's Synesthesia.
Because of it. I don't know emotion. Colors are confusing. I don't recognize when I love someone because I don't know the feeling. Never had it before. Wish I knew it. I would like that feeling. But alas, it's not for me.
But if the feeling is like this. Roses that sway in the breeze like Sunday morning. Like the crisp delightfully bitter coffee and yellow day. If that is what love feels like, than maybe I have it? And I know who it might beling to. Him. Who understands me. Who gets me. Who won't judge me like some do. He will love me. If he does...Fire, the burning intensifies. It won't be put out.
Don't forget your echo!
Bai 4 now!!!
