I sat in the grey-blue shadows, untouched by the glaring heat outside. The wind kissed my cheek, caressed my hair. The first chords of the song played. 

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The sensitivity that drives me into the deep so easily, also occasionally shoves me into a sensation that I can only describe as infinite. It comes on suddenly, and for a few moments I remember that to be alive is something very fortunate. I remember that I come from a long line of humans who have suffered and rejoiced before me, and I know that all on earth are somehow connected. 

These moments help me love. They help me want to nurture others. They help me want to create beauty, because it heals. 

If one day it all ends, I want to look back on a life filled with these moments, and actions borne from them. 

I will not wallow in the filth of the mind. We were all made for better things than that. I was made for better things than that.