My insignificance is profound. My constant presence continues to be absent and my words flow only upward where I can only hope God is listening. I move amidst the many and they walk right through me light a specter or shadow that defines the edge of the light. I make no noticeable sound inspite of my conversation… It is a tale told by and idiot to another as only I listen in. The space I occupy is reserved for the no one I have become. Loneliest of all in a crowd of friends…
Nothingness
