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The Synesthete
Contributed by
jmd
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Thursday, 27th December 2012 @ 09:55:27 PM in AEST
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Synesthesia, such a large word
Such a dry definition...
When words dance across my thoughts like groups of beautiful people
Take K for example; what a beautiful woman! She's strong, wise and stately. She'd eat from fine china or plain pottery, but never would she lose composure.
Synesthesia, so confusing, so sterile the meaning....
When numbers form friendships, families and align. Take 7, she is a decent woman and between her and the brilliant friend of hers 8 are huddled between the slimy 6 and domineering 9
Synesthete. Me - a title - little understanding...
When colors fill my world and tell me how I feel, the great yellow of joy, the deep red of rage, the sadness of sepia, the despair of grey, and the beautiful vibrance of green.
Synesthesia, synesthete - odd - different, but....
Such richness of experience when words and numbers sing out to you with their own voices, when feelings project themselves as colors and atmosphere before you.
How can you not be a synesthete?
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