The Color of Dreams

I have been posting some seriously moody stuff lately, so I was going though and looking at some old stuff I had written, and I found this.I wrote this before I found out this is normal for people like me, but It doesn't really translate into words and will still sound crazy to most of you. Still, Its something that defines me, and it makes me happy, so here you go:

This probbably will make me sound like i hit my head rather hard a while back, but then dreams dont make sense. Thats what makes them fun. You never know, anything could happen. The're just brimmimg with pure potential. Like people.

I often like to think that i see the world in more color than most people. That compared to what they see, my world is alive and bursting with the sharpest of color. That compared to what i see, their world is flat and colorless. Probbably not entirely true, but its a comfortable thought. Still, i can see colors where some cant. I visualize colors everywhere. Even smells have color, in their own way. When im depressed, the color fades, my world lacking contrast and life. My life's goal is to bring this color to other people, even when i.cant see it myself. Its always there for anyone to see. I want to write dreams into my music, and wieve life between the pixels of my animations. I want to show the world its own potential, that it dosent HAVE to see greys, it can choose to see color and life. Show people the sharp greens of a leaf being bent down under the weight of a silvery drop of moonlight. The murky blue infused with glittering, twisting, white that is the color of the sharp sent of the sea, the rich crimson flecked with golds that is love, the infinite sky blue of unrestrained happieness. The sharp, blue-inky black that is midnight, lit by the soft blue glow of bioluminesent mushrooms. Someday, I will create my dreams in a way everyone can share in the crisp, sharp colors, the balenced and subtle lighting, and the faint shades that run in liquid currents thoughout the world.