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