[ WP ] The protagonist is narrating his entire life ... out loud .

No one said anything. 
 It was life as usual, I did n't realize I was different. 
 
 Over time, I began to notice it. My thoughts felt loud. And once I began to wonder if other people could hear them, I could n't stop. 
 
 What I thought were my thoughts in the secret, quiet place of my mind, were actually a full booming voice. Audible to everyone. 
 
 You know that girl I thought was cute? 
 Yes, everyone knows. Because I shout it every time I see her. It embarrasses her, and she quietly wishes for me to stop. But I'm so loud in my thoughts, I do n't notice. 
 
 Everyone is looking at me. Experiencing my life. Like the Truman show, but they listen from a place that has no body or form. Listening from heaven. They all understand me. They all love me. They love it, especially when they get to see their role in my life - before disappearing back to the sidelines. 
 
 It's not so bad. Even though I am aware they all are a part of my mind, their bodies and awareness do n't respond to it. Maybe they should? Maybe I'm like the queen bee. But they live their lives as if they were the center of their own universe too. 
 
 It just gets kind of lonely. To know that anyone who could truly understand or get close to you does n't exist in this world. Angels. And those who are in this world... Can never compare. 
 
 The girl I truly love? She's beautiful, with form ever-changing. Like rushing water. Long-haired brunette, then curling into a deep auburn red, then a short-haired blonde with a wild side. This world asks me to love one shape, when it's the flow that I've fallen for. Tragic, in a way. Living in a specific reality, aware that my love is of the next frequency over. Where past and future are totally unbound, and it's only the moment that exists. 
 
 I still remember every time I've seen her. On the rooftop in the snow. Working at the restaurant. And the time where she was afraid, and betrayed me. I miss you Eve. 
 
 

