Am I Just Too Sensitive

I drive down the road and encounter a car accident

My heart races as if the adrenaline from the strangers before me

Is now my own by the transitive property of proximity

I question if I am too sensitive to witness impact

I decide to go onwards

I find myself at the cafe ordering a rye sandwich, avocado, no cheese

And I wait for nourishment

Anxiety knocks on the door of my mind as I take in

Audio from seven colliding conversations

And the smell of too strong coffee mixes with my vanilla chapstick

I question if I am too sensitive to witness condensed society

I call my friend while en route onwards

And the speaker phone in my car is too much for me to process

And the grocery store parking lot is too much for me to process

And I am not too sensitive, we simply live in a world of loud

A world of loud that is floating above the grounded safety of our terra firma

I am not too sensitive, I simply belong with my feet in the grass and the sun on my face

And God on my mind

Day Four