Thread for the Invisibles

I'll see you in the stars above
the tall grass and the ones I love


They played it at your funeral and it's true. I saw you this morning in the press pot we made coffee in. You were the first person I ever saw use one. Miss you so :heart:
 
I've felt invisible for so long. I feel like the only time anyone ever acknowleges me is to hassle me or take a snipe at me. I want to go away. I keep trying to go away but I keep coming back. What else is there?
 
I'm sorry i let you down, i promised you as you lay there, that i would take care of everyone and be the man you wanted me to be, but i couldnt, I couldnt come close, I'm not half the man you were, hell not an eighth, I'm sorry i couldnt cry that day, but please believe that i have so much since. I have done almost everything i promised you i would never do, I'm trying, but i'm not as strong as you were, I am a lesser son of greater sires, and i've failed you, utterly and completely. Please forgive me, though i do not deserve it.
 
I feel like a little girl with a monster under the bed, silently crying for someone to stumble into my room and look, shake their head in denial and tell me that there's nothing. And to go back to sleep. But I lie awake all night. And I listen to it breathing. It can grab me at any moment. But it never does.
 
I feel like a little girl with a monster under the bed, silently crying for someone to stumble into my room and look, shake their head in denial and tell me that there's nothing. And to go back to sleep. But I lie awake all night. And I listen to it breathing. It can grab me at any moment. But it never does.

* Hugs * :rose:

Take the rose. It's magical, and it'll protect your sleep, like in sleeping beauty, for you are a beauty also :rose:
 
An Invisible among the Invisibles.

Why don't people realise how terrific I am?

No, really.
 
I feel like a little girl with a monster under the bed, silently crying for someone to stumble into my room and look, shake their head in denial and tell me that there's nothing. And to go back to sleep. But I lie awake all night. And I listen to it breathing. It can grab me at any moment. But it never does.

*quietly slips into room...checks under bed...then crawls under to give the monster a belly rub and a piece of chocolate...feee then proceeds to climb in next to vana and hold her tight*...it is ok...it she a guard monster...she is there to help keep the bad things away
 
It's a day for yellow underwear. Not the sunny kind of yellow, or yellow that has been salted with any sort of pep.
Just, the kind of dolefully flat yellow your mind would conjure if someone was describing a kitchen where the decorator had decided they wanted yellow, but not really. Cop out yellow. The kind where you couldn't say it wasn't yellow but you couldn't really say it was, either.
That color underwear. The color that says, "I'm in shock at my verticality."
Yellow as pale as indecision. It's been poured out all over the place.
 
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:mad:Loved ones conspire and decree my humble earth walk shall be hell. There can be no other answer. None other. :mad:
 
Loved ones attempt to keep me from my authentic self. Why do I let them?
 
I thought I meant everything to her, just like she meant everything to me. Now she hates me, and all I do is make it worse.
 
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