I am used to going unnoticed.
I can’t recall all the different streets that I have walked down, the shops, the bars, the hotels that I have passed through where my presence has barely warranted even the tiniest flicker of interest.
It is as if I don’t exist.
Some days, I prefer it that way. Those days are the ones when I desperately want it to remain so, I want anonymity so much I can feel it in the sweaty grip of my palms, the constant turn, turn, turn of the lighter in my trouser pocket, the slight shake of my hands as I light yet another cigarette.
Other times, I have to fight the urge to scream, to roar lion-like, to rip the air in two with my hunger for attention.
There is no easy middle ground. With me, it is all, or nothing.
Here’s my latest entry to the lovely Angela’s VisDare. What an inspiring photo! I’m not sure where my imagination unearthed this story from, but hey, at least writer’s block isn’t hauting me!
I hope you enjoy this week’s entry- and please do visit VisDare for amazing poetry and prose!