I pretend they don’t exist.
Wait, that’s not it exactly.
I know they exist. They exist more than I do.
This is the problem.
I’ll be on the bus, staring at somebody and I start to think their thoughts, look into their faces and hear their inner voices.
I become them.
All of them.
Their voices crowd my head.
My own voice gets lost in the crowd.
I can’t tell if I am thinking, or they are.
It’s a jumble.
So I never look at them, wear sunglasses and headphones with the music turned up loud as it can go.
Can’t blame him! 😉
Good POV piece here. Gives a whole new meaning to that person sitting in the corner over there with sunglasses on a rainy day, headphones plugged into nothing. Ach, he just looked up at me…should I be worried??? Great Story!
Creepy crawlers just went up my back. Goodness! Great writing, and a story that will stay in my mind for a long time.
Mind melding. Sounds much worse than a case of tinnitus. At least he knows how to make it stop.
Good stuff, at least he’s listening to music, I can’t abide people who don’t listen to music, they mustn’t be trusted
A supernatural empath but with a mind-reading ability. At least he has a way to manage it. For his sanity at least.