I feel intensely, deeply.

Sometimes I am scared,

That I won’t survive in this rational world.

While at other times,

When I see humanity fading away,

I am glad I have these emotions. These emotions, yes.

They grip me, trap me.

And not only mine,

I can sense yours, too.

Almost as intensely as mine,

I fail to differentiate between the two at times. You from me and me from you.

I stuff your sentiment inside me,

As if it were mine.

It is overwhelming.



It is frightening. It is unbearable.It is frightening. It is unsettling, too, sometimes.

For me, as a petty human.

It is like, a small sack,

Being constantly overloaded.



But yet, grabbing on to hold more. Almost on verge of tearing apart,But yet, grabbing on to hold more. And no, those tears you just saw for you,

They are not fake.

They are as pure as compassion can be,

Because I have an extra bit, I think.

The bit which links you and me,

The bit which best defines humanity.