Saturday, April 12, 2014

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 evoke such wonder 
it’ll behave as your very breath itself- 
moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves.

Victoria Erickson

1 comment:

  1. Lovely!


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