you're new.
you're a wave of happiness.
you're the feeling when right before I fall asleep, when I'm at peace.
you make me feel as if I am flying,
and even though I'm afraid of heights,
I hope I never touch the ground again.
your voice is soft,
blurred edges blending into the background noise.
your heartbeat is gentle pulses, sending ripples out into the air.
your voice is smooth color radiating from your body,
gently bobbing around as you continue speaking.
your voice and mine,
weaving together through the air,
creating a swirl of blues,
greens,
and pinks.
our hearts beat as one,
and we intertwine as our voices do the same.
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it's been a while since I've written here, and im not sure if I will continue posting as frequently as I used to. this is dedicated to my beautiful boyfriend, and although he will probably never see it, I like to think he might one day. so, de, this is for you. <3
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What Color is Your Voice?
PoesiaA story based on my experience with synesthesia. The second story in my series about mental illness. They do not have to be read in order.
