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I'm a Sensitive Person

I love thinking about experiences that I can keep, even if its not a true pinpointed outline of an experience Ive had, but similar..I like to create an atmosphere in my mind..using my imagination,...(selected two completely different atmospheres)

The liquid nitrogen fog canons, letting out a sort of dusty smell as it fills the night club in purple and green clouds..only colourful in its appearance as it expands on front of the floor lights..some lights flashing on the dance floor like thunder through the clouds.. You're up in the smoking area, midway through the night..there's a couple over in the corner munching eachothers faces 🤣...then there's one person slouched on the steps, drunk, mumbling, probably broke up with someone?..but you won't know.....then the beat picks up, you try your best not to step or bump into anybody, as you make your way back down the stairs into the dark clouded dance floor were the tunes are picking up the volume...drink away!..you'll regret it in the morning 🤣🤣

Sitting in my local park, picking up the noises and scents..strong wild garlic growing near the river. The drumming noise of a woodpecker..you look up, and its almost like a magpie at that distance. Lay back and let electric blue damselflies fly around. Listen to crickets chirping in the long shoots..get close to butterflies basking on the canopies when in direct sunlight. Mainly in summer were it be rewarding, as it's also baby season... fawns in the grass, and fox cubs peaking out their den entrance by the river.The change from diurnal to nocturnal life...foxes and deer may be nocturnal or crepuscular..but their babies curious during the day. To then observe the badger sett at night...the quiet chilly night, where you see many things passing by, a black silhouette with a moonlit edge,..hear the echo of a tawny owl , or a vixen barking in the distance...until human life brings cars back on to the roads in the early hours
The morning blackbird begins to sing.

Both of these, I haven't done for a while,... the first one I haven't done for almost two years...I like to use my imagination...for every single moment..moments are special...but when you're sensitive to moments...some experiences can almost be a curse..

 
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