People are loud. I constantly have to re-examine my roots because I get disoriented so easily by their noise. I am too quiet.
Anyone and anything can quickly sweep me up into its own beauty, ambitions and dreams. I am too light on my feet.
People and ideas are like drugs; exciting and intoxicating and I let them fill me up until I can’t remember who I am. I am too empathetic.
Only when I plug my ears and cover my eyes can I remember them. Only when I am submerged into complete and total darkness and the only sound is my own breath echoing throughout my head like strong wind through an empty cavern. Then and only then, can I see them.
All of the things that I can do.