Short Story
I'm not religious and I'm not very spiritual. But recently I've been more spiritual. I've always been very sensitive to how people feel. It's overwhelming at times. Interacting with a large group of people for too long is exhausting. The energy they give off is like a vibration or a sound wave. I'm sensitive to those vibrations. So I was in a room full of vibrations. A jolly whistle here, a sharp ringing there. One might say, the melding of their sound waves are like a symphony. However, I sure as fuck didn't pay a ticket to the clamoring, chaotic cacophony with no conductor. I turn to leave the chaos. I stop. I could feel the vibration pulsing from my feet to my head and back. It's like the radio was suddenly tuned to the perfect station. The sound is crystal clear, like it's living. A seductive and relentless droning. I find the source. Upon finding the source, I realize that my body was emitting vibrations of the same frequency. We made music, and we danced. Time has passed. Now the sound from my body is like a whisper that's unable to piece the stale air. But I still make music and I dance.


















