I wear my heart on my sleeve. I always have. I'm a very sensitive soul. I recently came across the term empath. An empath is someone is able to feel others pain and intuitively sense others emotions. I think perhaps that I'm an empath.
My heart isn't under lock and key. It's right there on my sleeve. This is probably why I have been hurt so many times. Interestingly, no matter how many times I get hurt, my heart remains right there on my sleeve. I don't tangle myself up in defenses. I remain open. These days, my heart isn't just on my sleeve, it is painted in luminescent colours and playing a soppy love song.
These thoughts bring me to the song below. A beautiful track written and performed by The Mission. I have it on vinyl somewhere. All Tangled Up in You is the B side to the Like a Child Again single. I truly love hearing this song. I would also quite like it if someone was all tangled up in me.
An insight into the workings of my mind. You have been warned ;-) Here you will find my musings on various matters. From the profound to the ridiculous: seemingly disparate elements yet often found to be two sides of the same coin.
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