I had always wondered
what it would be like to
be someone else.
When I was little,
I would close my lids
Slip into the skin of another,
see the world through
a different pair of eyes.
Feel what they feel,
taste their mouth in mine,


See if they see colors the same.
You know?
Like,
What does blue look like to you?


I asked a man who was colorblind.
But he was high at the time.
And,
I never make sense, so
I left it alone. Though,
he did let me know
that,


Colors do not look the same.
Shame.


After that,
I never did wonder what it would be like
to be someone else.
You know?
Because,
what would I do if I lost the color blue?