Children. Memories. Love. Pain. Friends. Family. Future. Past. Death. Life. Creativity. Insecurity. Failure. Doubt. Success. Confidence. Music. Pictures. Scenery. Feelings. Textures. Nature.
It seems to take very little to break my sociological wall of remaining composed. With the whisp of a memory, I crumble to pieces. With the sight of a raw emotional reaction in another, I am overwhelmed. With the realization of what another is possibly experiencing, I feel my heart twang.
Some say I am sensitive. Some say I am observant. I think what it all comes down to, is sometimes I feel more then I can handle.
I will find myself casually walking down a street, completely preoccupied with the day's list of things to accomplish, when the sight of a stranger's face can make me halt in my tracks. Whatever it is I see in that stranger provokes a strong enough reaction in myself where, without even knowing exactly what it is I'm seeing or reading within that expression, my heart swells up with emotion and I am consumed. I will be sitting on a bus, and see an elderly man with kind eyes smile at a child, the quick exchange alone makes this big silly smile spread uncontrollably on my face, and I feel love in my heart.
It's so hard to explain. Its a really beautiful thing.
What makes this awareness hard is how quickly a single action can make my heart physically ache with pain. I know what it feels like when feelings hurt so strongly, you ache. Sometimes the ache is so sharp it makes it hard to breathe.
It's just insane how much of an reaction I can sometimes get from something that doesn't even directly involve me. Maybe I'm too imaginative. Maybe I take things too personally. Whatever the negative of the situation is, I'm working on it. And at the same time, I'm proud to be able to relate to even a stranger's glimpse of reality.
Love
SCupcake, xox
Femme Fatale
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