You constantly make it impossible to make conversation
Keep us comatose but audible
And I like it, the farther I get out. — Brand New
sensitivity pricks my skin
like a mosquito who sucks my blood
and leaves its mark.
my core, my spirit;
it’s rooted in fortitude;
in its most primal state.
it had to be that way; it is that way.
sensitivity punctures holes that
can insulate and isolate;
opposing forces; human nature;
to avoid pain.
Lauren Suval studied print journalism and psychology at Hofstra University, and she is a writer based in New York. Her work has been featured on Psych Central, Thought Catalog, Catapult Community, and other online publications. Lauren's e-book “Coping With Life’s Clutter” and her latest book, “The Art Of Nostalgia,” a collection of personal essays, can both be found on Amazon. She loves to be followed on Twitter @LaurenSuval and on Facebook @LaurenSuvalWriting.