I think I may be the most sensitive person on the face of this earth. Words touch me much too deeply and I carry them all {the hateful and the loving} within my soul. I've been told this is my Achilles heel, a seemingly small but fatal weakness. This is also my strength and what makes me a good healer, lover, and friend. There are so many moments when I wish my skin was thicker, almost leather-like. Like the kind you see on 60 year old women who have gone to tanning beds their entire lives. Only, I don't want leather skin from a false UV light, I want it through experience. I have this scab on my heart, which is constantly being picked open. As soon as it starts to form and you are able to run your fingers over its rough edges, someone or something comes along and rips it off. It starts to bleed profusely, throbbing, hurting like hell until I or a dear friend envelops me into their gentle, safe hands and apply pressure. The pressure is firm and I say to myself, this will be the last time. This time I will walk away stronger...Healthier.