A Psychedelic Tale Turns Synaesthetic(original story and drawing)

yoganarchista (68)in #story • 8 years ago (edited)

„Does thought always have a bitter flavour?“ the pink princess thought. Licking over her shiny lips she savoured the taste of the sugar icing that had been on the birthday cake she just ate before the thinking process got going. She had reached the age of 12 years now and her thoughts so far had mostly been of a dark, unsatisfied nature. Somehow every event her memory reached back to had some dark and askance aftertaste on the level of thought. She knew this made her special compared to other children who lived their days with a naïve easiness. But the more her thinking teared up her mind, and the more it embittered her heart, the more she doubted that her special feature was a benediction. What made her feel proud of herself now arouse her criticism.
But since thinking was the only gift she was skilled with, she wondered if there were some spices that were able to change the flavour of her thoughts just like the taste of a dish. If so, what would be the desired smack? This was a hard question she found since she was only capable of imagining her current mind-set of desperation.
The metaphor of taste still gave her a clue of how to develop new thoughts on the subject of becoming something different. If the frustration would vanish then she could only tell after the change. So she decided to describe everything she was perceiving as “sweet”, “sour”, “bitter”, “spicy”, “salty” or “umami”.
She walked threw a valley within an orange rock landscape traversed by a red river. This setting was unquestionable “spicy” since it reminded her of the hot chillies that grew in front of her house. When she had a more attentive look around, she saw some tiny yellow and purple mushrooms growing next to the river bank. They looked so sweet and lovely even though their taste was umami and their effect on the mind… well, the pink princess knew them very well and bowed down in front of them to greet them in the appropriate way. A blue grasshopper bounced onto her shoulder and burped. The smell was sour and the princess snuffled until her little pink nose was jolly wrinkled.
“Do not be so twee, little girl. Your nose looks like someone had put too much salt on it!” the cricked said and jumped away. The princess busted out in bright laughter when she recognized that a change had already happened with her, triggered by a grasshopper-burp. She was not bitter anymore but had become salty!

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