Blind Memories 1

I smell the bright blue of a summer day, I feel the cold of the raining white. These are my favorite thing, but my all time favorite thing is roses. The feel of the petals which I’ve come to imagine as red, smells great, it’s my favorite red, the thorns remind me of the forest. I love the smells and texture of the brown and green all around me. But the sharp greys in the forest keep me tense and aware.