Sensitive

My sensitivity is not some disgusting weakness that has been cursed upon me. It is a noble and innocent strength that I am blessed to be gifted with.

It means that whenever I am happy, I see everything in its best form and spread as much of it to others, like a never ending well.

When I am sad, I feel my sorrow deeply, I express it fully and reflect on it deeply, understanding myself better each time.

My passion is never ending fire, living in me and fueling my will, making me swim deeper into purpose and the universe.

My anger is a fierce warrior and, although sometimes misguided, always carries the most honourable intentions.

I am proud to be sensitive. To me, a life of shallow conversations, mindless actions and hollow feelings is not worth living at all.