I feel you, every stuttered heartbeat, every swallowed plea claws at my own throat. I feel you and you are more valuable than you’ve allowed yourself to be.
To be attuned to the emotions of others is both a blessing and a curse. It opens the door to profound connections and understanding, but can also weigh heavily on the soul
jesse
an intricate dance of feelings, each one revealing a new layer.. i wish i could understand you more than anything.. but you are un-understandble..
she was alone on the lunatic fringe, she held my gaze and i dove right in and now i’m alone but at least i’m alone with her
SLYSLY
Her garden bloomed with an array of vibrant flowers, each a reflection of the emotions she experienced. Together, they formed a living canvas that transmuted the sadness into beauty.
when you walked by the world suddenly took on a new hue. the emotions of others swirled around me like colorful leaves in an autumn breeze, their hidden depths, once silent, now screaming
you and me
we’re the same
universes apart
but the same
intertwined
in one dimension
a void
in another
human_esque
I stepped over a homeless person on the way to a party downtown. The party was so dumb and pretentious. And I couldn’t help but think of all the people that stepped over that homeless person en route to this stupid party. I don’t know how this relates to empathy exactly, but that’s what came to mind. I guess I kinda empathized with the homeless person in a way.
mellowtonin
sometimes I think I feel you more than I feel myself. feeling you is easy. I don’t even know where the hell I’m located in space to feel myself
I feel you, every stuttered heartbeat, every swallowed plea claws at my own throat. I feel you and you are more valuable than you’ve allowed yourself to be.
To be attuned to the emotions of others is both a blessing and a curse. It opens the door to profound connections and understanding, but can also weigh heavily on the soul
an intricate dance of feelings, each one revealing a new layer.. i wish i could understand you more than anything.. but you are un-understandble..
beneath the willow tree, its graceful branches echoing the ebb and flow of the emotions that envelop and connect us
she was alone on the lunatic fringe, she held my gaze and i dove right in and now i’m alone but at least i’m alone with her
Her garden bloomed with an array of vibrant flowers, each a reflection of the emotions she experienced. Together, they formed a living canvas that transmuted the sadness into beauty.
when you walked by the world suddenly took on a new hue. the emotions of others swirled around me like colorful leaves in an autumn breeze, their hidden depths, once silent, now screaming
you and me
we’re the same
universes apart
but the same
intertwined
in one dimension
a void
in another
I stepped over a homeless person on the way to a party downtown. The party was so dumb and pretentious. And I couldn’t help but think of all the people that stepped over that homeless person en route to this stupid party. I don’t know how this relates to empathy exactly, but that’s what came to mind. I guess I kinda empathized with the homeless person in a way.
sometimes I think I feel you more than I feel myself. feeling you is easy. I don’t even know where the hell I’m located in space to feel myself