Sentio

Latin, meaning “to perceive, think, experience, judge, be aware”

You cannot erase her from your head.

You conjure her up when you need her

to feel safe,

to feel cared about,

to feel loved;

to have someone

who will openly listen to you

and never judge you

or turn you away

without a good reason.

She taught you how to just be

and now,

you find yourself

not being able to be

without her.

It should probably be concerning

how much of the people you meet

and care about

and love

end up inside you.

Your friend’s zany quotes.

Your sister’s insistence

on making inanimate objects talk.

Your mom’s love for nature.

Your dad’s anxiety.

We are all just floating nervous systems

patched around skin and bone and muscle,

all of our nerves functioning in the same way.

It’s crazy how the one thing that makes us individuals

is the people we surround ourselves with.

The decisions we make.

The reflex time.

The action potential

of our neurons.

The one thing though

that has always been true

and will never stop being true

is the fact that

You are

all heart,

all hands,

all words.

Very rarely brain,

or spine,

or logic.

Your emotions guide you

into every situation you end up in.

Sometimes, it is the best decision you could have ever made.

Sometimes, it backfires on you,

learning the hard way

and you have to figure out how to clean up

the mess you yourself made.

Sometimes, it hurts.

The nights spent crying everything out of you.

The mornings spent laying in bed

because getting up has always been the hardest part of your day.

The afternoons you spent

wasting away,

wondering who you could have possibly scared off next

with the one thing that guides you

everywhere you go.

The one thing that makes you you.

Sometimes, it is your favorite thing

about yourself

because even though everyone feels emotions,

yours cause you to see the beauty in the world around you.

Her curls that dangle above her left eye.

Her fidgeting with the small golden chain around her neck,

taking it on and off again

in debating on even wearing it in the first place.

Her little eyebrow raise and twitch

in the corner of her mouth

when she reads.

These tiny quirks

revealing the true colors

of us.

Revealing the buds

that bloom into beautiful roses.

Revealing the rivers

that freely flow

in our backyards.

Revealing the inner human

in us all.

Whether we are 13

or 18

or 47

or 6,

we are all human,

all real.

And isn’t that

the most beautiful thing

of all?

I’m a young aspiring writer trying to figure out life. (She/her)

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