like most sensitive souls,
you already know you're sensitive.
you soak up others moods
and desires like a sponge.
you absorb sensation the way a
paintbrush grasps each color
it touches on a palette.
the ethereal beauty of a dandelion,
the shift of a season,
the climax of a song,
or a certain stirring scent
can awaken such wonder
they'll become your very breath itself
moving through you,
as fuel does to fire
and wind does to waves.
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