Color By Number
Confuses The Senses
Painting by the window pane, the numbers jumble up again, these colors do not match the ones in mind. Two says blue but I see purple, fighting for dominance in my head. Rainbow wars of mathematical art, should I believe my brain or my sense?
My mother's baking apple pie, the scents fly by like feathers against my skin. Sweet and soft, sensations mingle under my nose and through my fingers. Confusion lingers, once again, and as always, I'm a mess.
The paper says one thing, my brain another; how can I tell which is lying? Why can't my senses just rest?
My mother's baking apple pie, the scents fly by like feathers against my skin. Sweet and soft, sensations mingle under my nose and through my fingers. Confusion lingers, once again, and as always, I'm a mess.
The paper says one thing, my brain another; how can I tell which is lying? Why can't my senses just rest?