Sensitivity.

Positives and negatives to every aspect of our selves, who we are in this world, the traits we offer, some lack. Sensitivity flows through me, push it to the side when I have things to get done, save all my vibes and feelings for a time when I feel a little indulgent, let all the feelings consume me.

Telling you there's something good about it all, able to pick up on someone else's problems without asking, not sure how to solve them but I'll listen to you without you talking, read your eyes, read the world, if I look you directly in your eyes, it's me, not you, that might explode. I just have problems, you know? When I get too close, I feel too much of you and that's what holds me back.

You know, I started listening to Drake's Take Care album on vinyl today (unnecessary... but it does sound freakin sick) and I was trying to do things and clean my room and for the first time in months, I stopped what I was doing to JUST listen to the music. And I wasn't thinking about work or things changing or missing anybody or being sad... I just listened to him spitting off his struggles and his love for his team and this insane passion and lyricism that regardless of how you feel about a person is undeniably impressive. What I love about this music is that there are actual words to this album and it kills me, breaks my heart... Then, thoughts start flowing about something I used to share with somebody who is still important to me, but I'm not sad about it. It's just like I feel like I really understand the other side somehow now, like I understand what Drake was saying, like we're talking over coffee, like it's okay to be miserable as long as you're being honest. I have listened to this album a million times and certain songs have hit me a million times, but for some reason when I put it in today, I got put in this really intense mental space. It got bigger than what I thought it was about before, bigger than what things meant to me before. Now it's words based on principle. Too alive. Feel me.