Colors, flowers, fears, tastes, sorrows, loves, heats, rumors... I am a mixture of senses, and sometimes I end up not doing any. I'm lonely. I'm half, I am whole. I'm sincere, I am insecure. I am what I like and what I don't. I am what others think and feel. I am a synesthesia. I'm fickle. I am indescribable. I'm all this and much more.