This ambience breaks me
Sights and sounds colliding
This image permeates me
I hear your shining face
These words are more than noises
As I listen to you, I cannot help but thinking you have a special taste
Am I alone?
Who would know
Just me, myself, and my synesthesia
I would tell you, but how could you know?
The color of my world is breaking up
Numbers around me, each with different names
So many pretty colors floating there in space
Am I alone?
Hell no
I just see the world as a different medium
I could tell you, but that's not enough
You would only hear me
You wouldn't see the colors breaking
This world I live within is not the world outside of me
I'm feeling what it means to see
Each experience the world we walk in differently
Filtering reality with different types of circuitry
Synesthesia