Fog of life
I am the dust motes in the sunbeams, dancing only when the world is looking elsewhere".
"A ghost in a crowded room, watching the living laugh"."My voice is a letter that never reached the mailbox".
You spoke, and I became a wallflower, watching your words land while mine evaporated"
."I stood on the corner while the traffic of life rushed past, never once looking my way"."
Sitting here, a silent guest at your table, feeding on the crumbs of conversation"
The hardest part is not being alone, but being forgotten in a crowd"."
I have learned to hold my breath, hoping to fade into the wallpaper"."It is a quiet war, fought with shadows and unspoken words".
I am present, but I am past"."All eyes on me, yet no one sees"."I am the most loud when I am silent".
Just as a lone rustic row boat awaits its lonely passenger to grasp its worn ores, disappear into the fog to not be seen, for my presence on thus earth is invisible..
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