Seeing Sounds and Tasting Colors
All writers have a tinge of insanity.
They don’t live the way you do
Don’t see the same way
They don’t even taste the same way.
They are not from here
Their hearts are not synchronized
But rather thrive in irregularities
All writers have a tinge of insanity.
They live in that place between sleep and consciousness
See what no one else sees
They taste your words
They can hear where you come from
Their hearts are fingerprints
Leaving foreign marks on your soul
All writers have a tinge of insanity.
And sometimes,
If you look real close
You can see it.
Danae Cambrany
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