Distant faces, slurred words, darting eyes.
The world seems so far away. I’m like a deserted island. An abandoned home. A penny lodged between the cracks of concrete. Passing bodies are deaf to the loud silence I emit. Maybe not loud enough, I think.
We drop like flies in this world, and I will not stand to live a life unnoticed and disregarded. I want to be the island getaway, the million dollar mansion, the pennies that pay for a homeless man’s coffee.
Where do I belong? Do I serve a purpose? I feel so small. So frail. Incapable of a world shattering, life altering change. But maybe that’s it. The more I start to believe in my invisibility, the smaller I become.
I don’t want to feel small.