Maybe I feel too much. Maybe I’m alternately manic and depressed. Maybe I’m just emotional. Maybe there’s something wrong with me, but I love it. I love being moved to tears by a piece of music. I love the soul consuming anger at injustice, the abject sadness at others’ despair, the euphoria at sunlight hitting the tree leaves just right. I love becoming overcome and overwhelmed. I love being lost in something greater, or something smaller. I love the urgency. I love feeling like I’m going to burst. Maybe this makes me difficult to be around and maybe this is why I’ll be apologizing my whole life. Maybe this is why I stay away from people and close myself off. And yet, I wouldn’t have it any other way…♥

© Beatriz Esmer