sometimesihatemycat

I live
And love
In a world
Of some
Wild making
Where breezes
Bring my baptism
Where nature sings
From sobbing hymnals
Where scents do sting
With nostalgia unrelenting
Where colors flood and
Drown me completely
And where connection fills
And cracks and cuts me so
Fast to my quick
Leaving me
Pained
Curled up
And bleeding
Begging
To once again be
Numb
I live
And love
In a world
Where I feel
Too much
Or not
At all

-me

~ by April on June 11, 2020.

Posted in Body, Death, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Love, Nature, Poetry, Writing
Tags: Colors, Connection, Empathy, Feelings, Five Senses, Highly Sensitive, Jouissance, Loss, Love, pain, Pleasure, Scents, Sensitive, Sounds, Too Much