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Tasting Colors

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I am in the dark, but even in my solitary world I can pretend that everything is of my making.

I enjoy it. At least, for someone who hasn't seen anything, it makes me feel like I am seeing the world- at least just a little.

All those colors that everyone else has experienced. Yellow, blue, red, black, orange, green, white, purple..., and then shades too- blue-greens and red-oranges. I like the taste of yellow on my tongue. I suppose that makes it my favorite color. Yellow, it sounds so mellow- a little bit sad. Maybe more. Bittersweet. Soft and then hard and then soft again. Like aging. Soft as a chubby, silky-skinned baby, hard like a beaten down adult that knows too much about the world, and then soft in the way that the elderly wrinkle and sag and fall apart. When I think about all of this, I wonder if I still like it. Not that I know what wrinkles look like. Or faces. I have touched them though, they feel soft and sad and transcient- like there is not much time left. And I suppose they mean there isn't.

Maybe blue is my favorite. It sounds like a coo to a baby. Mother cooes to baby and baby smiles (toothlessly) back. Or like a coup- I like to think a noble one. All that killing and overthrowing for a good reason. Hopefully.

Perhaps orange. Those with functioning eyes say it looks quite like yellow. But it makes me think of oatmeal and citrus, which do not combine well. Oatmeal is bland and mushy, suitable for babies without teeth or the elderly, who also lack teeth. Not those who want to take a bite out of life. Citrus stings in your cuts, hurting you when you are already injured. Without mercy. I don't think I care for that, either.

Perhaps I should stick with the one color I do know: Black. It is sweet and welcoming, limitless and hides me from the horrors of the world. Comforting, too. If I had to choose between seeing and staying blind, I would think I would choose the blackness- because it is all I know, and I am human, and fear the unknown. Even if it is for the better.

Black it is.

Quick thing I did in responce to :iconthewrittenrevolution:'s Promt- Write from the perspective of someone who cannot use the sense that you write the strongest with.

I tend to write very visual descriptions, thus the blind narrator.
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rednight4872's avatar
Brilliantly written, and I like how you pointed out that it is in human nature to fear the unknown. What I find most baffling about this fear, is we don't know why we fear it. Many times I have asked people why they are afraid of something that they do not understand, or why they fear something that they know nothing about, and every time I get the same answer. "I don't know..." Humans have fallen to the point we are afraid when we don't know why, and have no reason, and you almost never see anyone trying to overcome that fear because they don't understand the lack of understanding. It's really quite vexing, but it's also not too hard to overcome. ^_^