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Kageyama
I have always been told how insanely beautiful the world is. The shapes. The colors. In fact, my mom used to describe how to the colors felt like, so I would get a better understanding of what they actually looked like. Red was bittersweet, charming, and the color of blood. Blue was calm, peaceful, and curious, the color of the sky and water. Green was ambition, envy and money, the color of grass. Yellow was bright, it represented energy and intellect, the sun. Orange was warmth, courage, determination, it was the color of excitement and enthusiasm, personally my favorite.
Honestly, these are just words, and feelings, they can't possibly justify what colors look like. Neither can words justify what flowers or water or clouds look like. And unless your blind, you can't fully understand the fact that I just can't image color, because you've already seen it. Just think about it this way, butterflies have a much larger scale of colors than we do, and no matter how much describing someone puts into trying to make you understand, you just can't. You can only image the colors you have already seen.
Even though it's impossible, my mom always told me, that maybe, just maybe, one day I will see and truly experience the beauty of the world. The color, shape, shadow. Everything. I can only wish.