If I feel too much, I will die.

If I feel too much, I will die.

If I find myself having a genuine moment within—something that elicits powerful passion—it shocks me to my core.

My passions overwhelm me; my heart expands, and my eyes tear up.

Because of this, it is rare that I find myself yearning for something.

In fact, I am content with myself at all times—satisfied, comfortable.

I struggle to describe myself. Sensitive or Insensitive.

I have happiness stored in my dreams, a whole world in my imagination.

Through my observations, I am a mental collector of insignificant moments.

The fullness of feeling, the full range of emotions a humans can posess.

My philosophy, shaping my values on the intensity of genuineness. Although physically expressing has been agonizing.

Like a ticking bomb in my heart, I feel like I would realistcally explode everywhere. Whether it be articulating an undefined sadness or, even more challenging, a profound sense of appreciation and exultation.

serruya monteiro