A bit frustrated with my writing the last couple of days. An acceptable result from this morning…
You wouldn’t expect the hours to be so empty
but then a void can open almost anywhere
So it’s once more unto the breach
attempting to reconcile the emptiness of space
with the unshakable stigma of invisibility
When invisibility coexists with emptiness
filling time is a lonely business
To be unseen, unheard, and unknown
amplifies the echoes within each moment
as if in defiance of the laws of physics
Yet this is where I have taken up residence
If there’s a saving grace in all of this
it’s my stubborn refusal
to remain invisible
(25 July 2015)