It starts with music.
Then colors.
I have always viewed it that way.
I try to see the different colors of everyday. At first, I mostly saw blue, green, and yellow.
But it changed, it changed quick.
I then saw red, dark deep red that was for sure human blood. After that, all I saw was grey, white and black. No color seemed interesting until I meet another human. When I meet her, I started to see colors again. Even more brilliant then they were before.
But then again, I seemed to notice the perfect sound of music before the colors. The rhythms, the notes, the feelings (or colors of music), and how in tune they played the notes.
A fact of life is that everything dies. I knew that. Even spirits can die. It was two people who killed me. The first killed part of me, the other finished me off. I guess I couldn't live without them. I couldn't see another life without them. I thank them for it.
I saw plenty of horrors in my life. I also saw beauty in my life- those never lasted long. I wished they lasted long, but the horrors are what made me what I am today.
A spirit who cared.
But back to the music and colors.
I saw my first color at a workshop. I heard very little music. What I heard was choppy music, they sounded like whispers.
I meet plenty of souls. They were new and excited to see life. Some were old and knew what was to come. I was one of the old ones.
All the souls seemed to have colors also. Each one was its own shade. Some were new colors humans could never see. They represented their personality.
I saw more colors when I entered a shop.
That's were I meet the one that first killed me.
