Feeling blue

I’m feeling blue. I think I tend to feel blue ’cause I’m sensitive. Maybe it’s the one part of me I can’t get rid of and shouldn’t even try.

Sometimes I feel like I can hear all the breathing and thinking in the world and it’s overwhelming. For me what you’re saying is not important – it’s what I can hear when you’re silent that counts. And I can hear plenty. I can hear the wind, the autumn leaves flying in the wind breaking free from their attachment to the trees and my heart beating tirelessly.

It’s also the part of me that sees it all. It finds life amazing and beautiful. It makes my happiness feel like I’m about to burst out of my skin. It makes my laughter so loud it can be heard all the way to the second floor. And it makes my love pure and so big there’s plenty of it to be shared all around.

It makes me me.