not to feel this much,
when all you have is yourself
we just dwell in the vicissitudes of immersion,
triggered by the mundane and grand alike,
forever alight, forever dark,
there is no boundaries on the extremities we bounce off.
We dent walls and show you,
there’s someone inside.
There is a stereotype around empaths,
that we are a mess of emotions or out of control.
Whilst some are, that by no means is the rule.
Some are perfectly functional, still highly sensitive and intuitive
and you’d never know them from another person.
They use their qualities to hide their qualities.