Sensitive

  • Soul

    I had to write. With my heart open wide and my energy flowing, I had to write because writing is what my soul does when it needs to breathe. My soul needs to breathe. I stood beneath a tree in… Continue reading

  • Disabled

    Imagine. If the highly sensitive folk labelled those who are not like us: disorder, disabled, broken. Imagine. Just imagine that. And we’re the broken ones they say. The ones who paint a canvas as naturally as the sun paints the… Continue reading

  • The Deep End Of Me

    If I love you: Today, you feel like all the pink clouds in my sky.   If I miss you: Today, I ache for what we make the world when we are together.   If I know you: Today, I… Continue reading