Sensitivity

Published November 23, 2017 by tindertender

He waved a finger in my face and said, “YOU … are emotionally sensitive.” I think, what better way to be?

I sit here and listen to the rain falling heavy on the roof. I wish I sensed it was a cleansing rain, a purifying, washing away of toxins, but I’ve seen the pilots who fly above them as they spew whatever chemical concoction into the tops of these clouds. There is a steadfast determination by some to utterly destroy what is good ~ I see a counter-action coming up to level of the exact opposite, balance shifting, and perhaps the scales will tip in the opposite direction of destruction.


I am certain they’ve gotten much better at the dilution of whatever they dropped into the rain clouds.

The shackles are loosed from what seemed ‘definite’. Reality is surfacing, a time of accepting responsibility is upon us.

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