Synesthesia.
What if I say I smell the musical notes?
What if I say I can see the shadow of the wind?
What if I say that the moon is made of cheese?
What if I say I hear the river of that picture?
What if I tell you what’s muttering that sculpture?
What if I tell you that light tastes like vanilla?
What if I say the silence screams more than a scream?
What if I say that your thoughts are crashing on my skin?
What if I tell you I can kiss your lips without touching them?
What if I say that I’ll fail on purpose, ¿would you believe I’m crazy?
-I just don’t know…♥-
By: Anné du Poe.
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