Somehow, I did it. Somehow, I’m invisible. Apparently I get to decide when I become visible again.
There are days I wish this were possible.
There are hours when it is.
There are moments and breaks and hours and chunks and segments and pauses during the day when I can be invisible.
And be quiet.
And not do any of those.
Not for weeks. (impossible and undesirable)
Not for days. (Improbable)
And instead, here I am.
Here I am in choice time, in in-between time, making myself visible, wishing I weren’t.
So I won’t be.
(Visible that is).