Ugh, I've been feeling misplaced: unsure about what to express... My every thought gives off this sickening monotone. I think, pretty soon, I'm going to be unable to tell my senses apart.
You know, it would be nice to be able to see sounds as colours. Imagine seeing deep blues and high pitched pinks swirling from mouths like vibrant, luminous smoke.
It'll be like seeing someone's aura.
"Asphyxiate on words I would say."
Listening to - Every You, Every Me, Placebo
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