Like most sensitive souls, you already know you are sensitive.
You soak up others moods and desires like a sponge.
You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each colour it touches on a palette.
The eternal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of the seasons, 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.