Invisible

Like speck of dust from celestial ceilings, I cling To evaporated water molecules rising, singing into the sky, vacuous regions Netherworlds have seen me clawing my way OUT But still I remain invisible to your naked eye Naked and seen through like space that was meant to be filled but Remains, EMPTY. I do not mean to scream, but I can not be heard either, sometimes The feelings don't get to me and I wonder to myself if I am here at all? The time knowing that if I paint pictures no one will gogh for it It isn't visible, it isn't something they can strike DOWN As long as they remain adjunct to it, in their dimension AND they forgive me for hiding alongside it. Invisible