《Synesthesia》


 0.5 A Synesthetes View

    Ever since I could remember, my view was filled with different colors. At that time I thought it was normal. The room I had stayed in as a baby was painted a bright yellow, was what I had always thought, but, according to my parents it had always been a baby blue.


    Not just my room, my sky had always been purple, the grass, orange, or sometimes pink or black. It wasn¡¯t just limited to objects, living things, animals, as well as other people had their own color. After observing these colors for many years I¡¯ve become able to tell what they mean.


    Red depending on the shade can be love, ambition, or anger.


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    Yellow, happiness, joy, or jealousy.


    Blue, loyalty, confidence, or integrity.


    Though there are many more, naming them would be a pain.


    At first I found it fun to be able to read others, but in the end, some things are better off unseen.


    To shield my eyes, I¡¯ve begun to wear sunglasses, and lived a monochromatic life. With black and white I couldn¡¯t see as clearly anymore. Such as the stop light. Unable to tell what color light it was, I had unexpectedly walked into my death.


    When I had awakened, I was a baby, literally.