The word ordinary ceases to exist in your
dictionary.
Every day you see
things that evoke so much emotion, your mood changes shades the same amount of
times the sky does.
It yo-yos between
streaks of blue and glimmers of yellow… but never without silver linings of
glitter.
Life is but a giant
paint palette of emotions, its colors too obscure to separate.
You’ll find poetry in
every conversation you have, sheltered amongst breaths and pauses, sideways
glances and tones in voices.
No one else sees,
hears or feels it.
But you always do.
Your fingertips trace
scars on lovers instead of perfect features.
You see stories in the
eyes of passersby on the street because you see souls instead of irises.
You brush past them
wondering who they love, what they’ve lost, where they’re going and who they’re
trying to be.
Everyone and
everything has a story you’re dying to memorize.
Your heart bleeds at
the sight of beggars because you know that somewhere under those rags lies a
treasured item they’ve muffled roars of hunger to keep.
It could be anything… a
rusty gold locket, an oversized coat handed down by a deceased parent, or a
crumpled picture of a loved one they’ve lost.
Children in elevators
fill your heart with so much joy, you always smile just a little wider the
second their parents notice your gaze.
You see the exhaustion
in their polite smile, and picture the love they put into raising their
children every day.
Oil spills in gutters
look like mini rainbows.
Raindrops on
windshields look like fallen stars.
Fizzy drinks in
glasses look like the evening sea.
There is no such thing
as a mundane day, and boredom is a problem you’ll never be plagued with.
You enter rooms filled
with strangers and feel suffocated by the invisible sparks of electricity
flickering in the air.
You can pinpoint who’s
fighting or flirting without knowing either party from 20 feet away.
Like a wet sponge,
your body has this tendency of soaking up all the energy around you.
Negativity gets sucked
into your pores, and affects you so
much it almost always ruins your day.
Not caring just isn’t
an option.
No one has ever done
you wrong, no matter how bad the crime, without
you understanding why they did so.
Friends seek your
solace because they know you’ll help
them realize what the person they’re angry at could be going through.
This makes it
virtually impossible for you to detest anyone.
So you end up
detesting yourself instead for never not understanding why.
You refuse to believe
everyone isn’t good at heart even though this permanent naivety is usually what
ends up stinging you.
To have the heart of
an empath is both a blessing and a curse.
You
have no control over the intensity of things you feel, or how other people’s
feelings affect you.
But empaths were born
with copious amounts of compassion and endless empathy for a reason.
In a world where
people numb their feelings and ignore chaos, empaths are there to demand that
feelings be felt.
To see the beauty in
the details, and in sadness, too.
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