Dark black, Pale white
Think of the first thing you have ever seen. Now remember the sounds and forget the sights. Imagine that all the time. Just sound, everything black. Your eyes are wide open but still all you can see is black, but you can hear. You can hear the sounds of a roaring car and screaming of children, but you can't see them.
The color of them.
Most of the time when someone is with me they describe the people around me, even themselves, the color of their skin. Sometimes it goes from a dark black to a pale white. Celia describes the pale color like snow, I've felt that, it's cold, I'd have to be bundled over and over to go out and feel the snow. Obviously never see it.
Celia describes dark black like nighttime, cooling and chilling. Insanely beautiful and a person of such beautiful color can run in the dark without being seen. I just imagine it as I see everything else. Dark black, life less, emotionless. It's what I see all the time.
Celia is my care taker, she describes herself as a light tan in the winter and a dark tan in the summer. Brown eyes, dark hair, she says she is Indian, copper and shiny skin. I have never seen her but I know she is beautiful. How beautiful you ask?
Not sure, I've never seen her.
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