Fading Into Obscurity

Silent vibrations, but so loud inside my head. My heartbeat is just below the audible threshold. Its frequency is not potent enough to make a person feel.

A person. That's what I try to tell myself I am, what I strive to be. But I am just seen as a human shell. No semblance of emotions I encase are reflected in my outward being. And when I project my heart from the inside, the language gets glossed over, overlooked and passed by. Because no one can understand it. And I don't blame them. It's work to translate and interpret. And I can only do so much to be clear.

People like simple. I am complex. Very few feel my rhythm. Even fewer want to learn all the dynamics to it. My surface does not display enough benefits to consider it worthwhile.

I can speak, but my voice won't go loud enough. I can talk, but no one will listen. And even if by chance they hear, the noises are garbled. I can write the words, but who's to say they will be read? And even if they are read, it doesn't mean they will be comprehended.

I free the expressions from my soul to breathe. Even if I remain unheard.

I am invisible by design. A magic power that I never asked for.

I am a piece of fragmented human flesh fading into obscurity.

I will be remembered in a moment but forgotten over night.



(how it feels sometimes)