Sensing

I hear the colors. Taste the music. Listening in shades of blue. For the sound of resilience.

There they are. Grey as ghosts. Making deals with perspective to let them see a little less. While all my reds are beginning to overflow.

There we were. Dressed in the sounds of the flesh. All the shades of its spectrum changing me.

I see in red.

It's too bright sometimes. So I keep the lights off and paint pictures with the sounds. Car engines and closing screendoors. Stairs being walked on and distant sirens.

All the noises look like life. Moreso as I listen listen in blue. From the darkest navy to the lightest pastel. The colors speaking. The sounds showing as I listen in from my red.