Friday, 23 May 2014

i forget where we were

"like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re 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 ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can evoke such wonder it’ll behave as your very breath itself - moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves." - victoria erickson