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Sense and Sensitivity

I am thin-skinned, hysterical, irrational. "Stop being so sensitive," they lecture, forgetting that it's in my nature, that it's as much a part of me as my eyes are green. I’m easily affected. It’s both an inconvenience and a blessing having a heightened sensitivity to the world.

The End of a Friend: a Poem

As we muddle through adulthood, we uproot for new cities, new jobs and ambitions. Inevitably our relationships change, but while some fade out quietly, leaving others to flourish in their place, there are still those which leave an ache of absence.