The Ennomis Magic Feather

Everything is LOUD.  But when wearing earplugs the world mutes out.  I feel deaf with them on but without them I feel deafened.  Where do I go... when being IN means that I suffer but being OUT means that I feel lonely?

There is magic at the tip of my pen.  It is purple and it flows out like stardust... or like ink (same thing!).  Maybe that is why I love to design night skies purple with glowing purple stars.  It shines within me from a deep place.  That is my magic feather, and I love purple night skies.  With my magic pen, I can create anything - and I never need to hide.  I am free to be a bird with wings visiting anywhere she wants to go with no judgement about being there, and leaving when she feels ready with no pressure to stay.  I am freer than a bird with my bird feather in hand as I write with purple stardust from the tip of my pen, because there is magic at the tip of my pen.  This magic is what I can use to my transgression - I can bring characters and stories and worlds to life if I want to but only as much as I want to - I can make them as real or as imaginary as I want with the flick of my magic ink pen.  The more I write, the more I know wha...

HSP is NOT a term that defines me - it is just a term that well describes my experience. It does NOT put me in a box or pressure me to follow any "HSP rules".  It doesn't have rules.  It doesn't define who I am.  ALL IT IS is a term that I think well describes my experience. >w<