Where is the place I can go and hide from your view, without becoming completely invisible?
A space, a place in time where I can be me, exactly as I am, without my shell to sheathe the truth of me?
I cannot acquiesce that this harbor is also the silence of me. I need to hear this self sing!
It is not invisibility I seek, but the gaze that forces me into silence - arbitrary judgments and misunderstandings, the whole damn world has an opinion. I'm not trying to succeed at anything here, except to finish what I started long ago, this meager writer by definition, solely because I need to write. Share something!
This is my invisibility room, where I get to be exactly as I am, in liberty without having to defend my existence.
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describing life one sketch at a time. You don't need to know anymore than that.
