it’s like i’m part of the background. their eyes just gloss over me. it’s like they can’t differentiate between me and the wallpaper. is this what it is like to be invisible? am i invisible?
sometimes i think someone looks at me, notices me, but their eyes flick away. no one stops by me ever. they just keep moving. i’m always alone.
it’s because i’m surrounded by beauty greater than i. always. the beautiful come and go, but they are always more beautiful. i always stay here, stuck in the same place, day after day. and i am not beautiful.
until he came. the first time he just looked at me and tipped 