Moments of invisibility are unsettling,
but they feel like home.
Like a juxtaposition.
A dissonance.
Sand paper refining a piece of glass.
It hurts, but it’s addicting.
Like a tattoo on bare skin.
To feel invisible is to simultaneously be otherworldly and be fully human.
I’m terrified of the moment, but I anticipate it’s arrival.
May I never let go of value of invisibility.
the dam is breaking
well, better yet,
it already broke
the water rushes in
well, better yet,
it controls me
my head is hurting
well, better yet,
it is throbbing
my eyes are swollen
well, better yet,
they are closing
