Polaroids Lost in Time

Empathy's Curse

I always thought that there was something wrong with me.

I was sure. I felt it in my bones.

I felt it for every child's innocent laugh,

The wrinkles of a smile,

The swollen eyes and the blink of tears of a moment,

The deep sigh at the end of a day,

The short gasps of a surprise,

The skip of a heart beat.

I was certain. I've seen it right before me.

The changing colors that held the sky,

The hazy mist and morning dew,

The sound of thunderstorms and lightning up close, 

The dust on an old bookshelf,

The aroma of coffee at the break of dawn

The creak in the floorboards on the fourth stair,

The sun seeking to enter the gloomy room.

Everything is so hauntingly beautiful. I can feel everything. For everything. And what everything has ever felt.