Dislexia and Color.

When I was younger I used to play a game. I would stare at something beautiful, like a sunset or a tree until I could see its face. It would become a live. I was ask the beautiful image for something.  Later in life I realized it was how I prayed. Sometime I would not ask for anything I would play with the colors on it in my mind. I would make the leaves blue and the sunsets purple and green. It helps me understand how colors can intertwine and blended together.

The problem was I look at everything this way. I did not (as still don't always) understand the differenced between art at science. Words can be used to tell beautiful stories, but in order to do so they must be rigidly allined in the proper order or their meaning ceases to exist. Writing is both an art and an equation. Learn the  equation that is the english language is something I am still working on.