I realise how everyone I know has learned the art of suppressing their feelings so well into nothingness, to be so ignorant to the world that nothing else matters but what they value for themselves. And here I am, trying so hard to accept and explore my emotional sensitivity, to embrace and let these feelings take control and paint the mural of my days through my actions.

My soul is growing weary as each emotion feeds on me longer as the days pass. And I have come to question the purpose of this. What do I get in return for my selfless vulnerability?

But alas, I have to remind myself time and again; I am only human.

You too, are only human.