What does a star sound like?

A star sounds like

Sounds like soft chiming with humming in the woods.

What’s the taste of a howl?

A howl tastes like

Like flakey soft pepper that would dissolve right on your tongue but still be uncomfortable.

What is the smell of a circle?

A circle smells like

It would smell like crayons with a hint of lemon.

What color is a baby’s cry?

A baby’s cry is bright white like an angel's calling.

How does white move?

White moves in a dark place, just wanting to be a different color instead of looking like just plain old white.

What does a whisper look like?

A whisper looks like you're hiding from yourself, like you're looking into a mirror and you're not even there, it's just blank nothing to see nowhere to be.

What does mischief smell like?

Mischief smells like trouble starting, running and splitting in 4 different ways when the cops show up.

What is the texture of turquoise?

The texture of turquoise feels like cattle being moved, dirt being thrown up, 8seconds being past, crowd going wild, cowboys winning buckles and walking off till nextime.

What does a new idea feel like?

A new idea feels like fireworks on the fourth of july in your head, boom new ideas coming in 123 one after another after that, you're a genius.

The opposite of tender is like following through a long gravely road you have to drive slow on.

At the edge of silver cuts sharp and the edge of black meets the plate as dinner is made.

The sadness of puppies yelping, growing into dogs as they run into the long grass.

At the center of boredom you find yourself making new ways to keep your mind busy.

At the top of tomorrow waits the bottom of yesterday still awaits in the back of your mind 

The swirl of loneliness sounds like a thousand thoughts but a million whispers as you sit alone. 

The enemy of green hides between the blues and yellows as it mixes together and makes green all for you.

The shape of the past fits inside today, and tomorrow and new shapes form when days go on to fill each other in.

The rock bottom of October never will match the last or the next but this will be its own. Shaped like an orange burt triangle.

The antonym of pink is pale salmon as it has its own color.

The hiding place of rain shivers underneath rocks as it soaks from days prior. Colder into frost

If you turn hope on high, you’ll see clouds as if it's winter and snows falling from the sky

If you look underneath peace, you might hear whimpering and sorrow from pain as it settles into peace.

When you toss sadness to the wind, it returns as rain clouds, puddles and worms 

If you jump into the present, you’ll land on hammers, nails and screws because I got you a new tool box.

When you tiptoe through the Valley of Happiness, you might find sounds of laughter and joy as one another laugh together