To feel the world so deeply is to be dehumanised by your own soul (heart, love). It’s like being drowned by a wave, to be stunned when no one else even noticed the stream. To have your breath hitch and chest knot when you breathe. Living in a world where you experience euphoria so strong it beams through like when the sunset encapsulates everything in sight a golden hue, yet which in a second can be destroyed, diminished by an overwhelming melancholy. It’s not just finding beauty in most things, it’s having everything you see wrap around your heart and tug longingly. Feeling like everything carelessly brushes past you yet everything you touch feels raw, unrestrained, unembellished. When your heart yearns for something, as strong as it does for blood, yet your head knows of no such necessity. It’s to feel not just with your finger tips, but with your head, heart, skin, blood and bones, to have a lone star or bristling butterfly electrify you without even reaching for it, yet for a single pebble falling into the still water to shake your very core. It’s a constant torment being trapped in a world where feeling so deeply is seen as scarce and source of all downfall.
