I spent the day at the park.
On a rock.
Breezy.
Sea grass dances.
Watching the eternal ocean waters flow.
My mind races.
I see outside of me.
Ghastly experience.
Imagination.
I think of me at school.
I never did well.
Why do I still want to go back?
Friends?
Wouldn't have any.
They've moved on.
But I feel something inside me.
A craving.
Yearning.
To learn something.
Anything.
I want to go far.
Use my brain.
I know it works.
Kinda.
Because I have imagination.
And can create anything.
In my mind.
And if I had the right tools.
I could create it in life too.
I see magenta.
Cyan.
Beige.
Chromes of colors immediately dance before my eyes.
Music.
I see colors when I hear music.
I learned I was different in first grade.
I screamed when I heard B flats.
The brown-green-yellow color didn't mix.
Made me irritable inside.
Kids laughed.
The teacher freaked.
I went to the doctor.
And am diagnosed with synesthesia.
I don't like it when people say 'disorder'.
It's just who I am.
Wired differently, I guess.
The music I heard now was professional.
Not off-key.
Good colors.
A young, brown man plays the guitar.
He's scruffy.
Tall.
Sharp.
He sings well.
I love music.
My second escape hatch.
It's what feelings sound like.
And colors.
I smile.
And listen.
If only everyday.
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Long Way Less Traveled
RandomI am lost. Lost in my mind. Remaining source of love. Though I never had any to begin with. He is gone now. I don't know how to survive. Be still, my soul. For someone is near. I am Kirstin Maldonado. And love, I fear.
