To survive, I need the sense of sight and sound.
Senses of being needed, of being loved and of belonging came with the package and haunt me.
I would gladly give up common sense for a keen sense towards others’ feelings.
It would surely hurt. But without common sense, I can cry till my tears desiccate and my face disappears, I can brood till my brain shrivels, and I can shiver till my body dissolves.
And then, there would be no me to sense. Perfect.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Super Sensitive.”
“If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?”