I have always felt so much. A feeler of everything. I used to be ruled by these feelings of mine. Swept underneath their current, and consumed by the power of their flames. I used to know nothing but to give way to the feelings. The feelings of love, of lust, of longing. The feelings of need, of desire, of craving. The feelings of loss, of grief, of tragedy. I used to believe I was designed for these feelings. That I was a creature built up on the lines and loops of reaction. Of a tender heart. Of a vulnerable shape. In all my years I have battled those feelings. Attempted to stand up to them only to fall apart beneath them. Those feelings made me feel alive, they made me feel complete. They made me feel lost, and they made me feel empty. In all my years I have battled those feelings. Found ways to tell myself they were okay. Found ways to tell myself I understood them. I think I’ll always be a feeler. A person consumed and rattled by the way it feels to be human. The way it feels to be alive. The way it feels to be me. Throughout this I have learned so much. Lost so much. Loved so many. And I feel safety in knowing how to feel those things.