One of those sentimental and heavy days
When the tears are screaming for release
and the dizziness arrives
When the hunger for comfort attacks

One of those days
When the self-destructive version
of Sensitivity wins the emotional state race of mine
When memories from the past
cuts through the membrane,
my mind and my heart
They want to tell me those ugly things
that I used to listen to

It wants to destroy the beauty
that has grown lately
Into the most beautiful flowery meadow
I have ever seen

I look at this version of Sensitivity and I tell it:

It’s ok for you to be here
but you cannot hurt me no more
I am safe
You cannot cut through the love
I have built up within
You are just an old-fashioned blues!

That makes me smile and breath again
My tears are released
Softly playing and dancing
in the air around me
Released in a more constructive way
than ever before

I feel free
I feel strong

I keep the constructive version
of Sensitivity within me
Holding it tight
Close to my heart

This version I love