Huh? I do this. The visual association of time and the maps of years.

I am deeply in love with Tuesday, because it feels like fur.

222, 23, 9 are my friends.

You know, today I talked to yet another person who carries the “severe bipolar/schizoaffective”

 diagnosis today that, as a child, was socially “off” (fearful, awkward, confused) and who has outlier

 intelligence. Outlier meaning outside of the statistical norm. We talked about patterns and it is always

 so nice to find people who really, really, really get it.

How do other people think of a year? Is it not a discus form and what do you mean July is not yellow?

See, I never thought I was synesthesic because I don’t see letters in colors, but they all have a feeling? 

Wow. I just realized that schizophrenia is probably synesthesia 
and that the destructive pathology

of the disorder is likely the result of the sheer brutality of trauma and cognitive-emotional terror that

comes about when you experience the world in a different way and are repeatedly exposed to its

brutality in a way that literally destroys a person’s sense of viable self-ness.

The delusions are reinforced by synesthesia and traumatic triggers bring about thoughts that are hung

 up in visual images or physical sensations…and given that the sensory differential is high, subtle

 changes in sensory input could cause a vast reaction in process and interpretation.

Wow.

Sometimes, I think my world is far more beautiful because of the way my brain works.

I suppose sometimes you do, too.

Otherwise you wouldn’t write poems about trees?

Mad Love.

This is gonna come out of the wood work pretty soon.

Give it a year or so.