Sometimes I need to say things out loud, just so I feel as though I’m heard. To feel as though I’m still here, still solid.
In all the amazing, wonderful, strong women that I am surrounded by, I wonder if I sometimes disappear. If sometimes, my voice is lost. And like Simon in The Misfits, if I too have the power of invisibility.
Sometimes I blend into the wallpaper and entire conversations take place with me in an awkward centre. An awkward that only I seem to feel. A muttered ‘Excuse me please’ unacknowledged, the words continuing without a pause.
In the middle of explaining something, people will interrupt and a new story shall begin and grow and explode into gales of laughter.
I wonder sometimes, if it isn’t better to stay quiet.
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