You Are Too, Too Sensitive? Oh, I Am Too! In fact…

I am very sensitive indeed…I have a very, very delicate sensibility… It’s so delicate that if a gnat flies by without smiling I’m depressed for hours… I saw someone blow a kiss toward a hummingbird, and I think they ruined the perfect rhythm of its wing-stroke. I wept. . .Before I eat cornflakes, I think of the little shoots of cornstalks coming from the ground, and the cruel harvesting process, and the little kernels, so lonely and afraid, on the conveyor belt into the place where they’ll be chopped up. And I whisper, I’m sorry, my green and yellow friends. And I weep…I sometimes catch a snowflake on a dandelion puff, and hold it up into the wind, so that it can exist an hour longer. Last time I got frostbite and lost the tip of my nose…. I heard someone saying harsh words, recently, and I had to cover my ears. How can anyone just say, “What kind of crap is the dang hardware store buyin’ from the Chinese now”…and even now, repeating it here, I go dizzy…I must lay down in a quiet, dark place now, and listen to the cries of dust motes striking the floor, and pray for them…

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