I feel invisible today. It's hard to describe. It's as if I crawled under the kitchen table and am peeking out from under the cloth. Everything is moving on around me, but I am at a standstill.
I'm not sad. I'm lost in a deep, reflective pool of thoughts and memories. It's a pilgrimage, a reviewing of dreams I had for myself. If I hold up a yardstick, how will they measure up?
Did I leave one by the side of the road somewhere? If I glance back, will it still be in sight... can I pick it up again, dust it off, and run with it? Will it mean as much to me as I imagined it would?
I feel a slight breeze moving the cotton cloth. I hear the windchimes just outside the door. It's a peaceful, funny place to be. I don't feel alone... just invisible... and safe.
Copyright January 2009 - ajj
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