Being transparent

There will always be that one day when you feel that you are just a ghost in the wind, where your movements mean nothing to the lives of others. Being invisible, in another phrase. Or simply wishing not to exist anymore, or not to exist at all.

Deep thoughts roam around your mind, and you slowly lose contact with the real world… Where what you do and what you say means nothing; when you think of something, it will be irrelevant. Nothing matters anymore. You don’t even know who you are. You simply are just a being, floating wherever you are.

Nothing lasts forever - this echoes in your head. Believing this makes you fear death more, but the truth is you wouldn’t care either way. No one else cares anyway. Even if they’re right next to you, or ever in front of you, you are simply just portraying an image of what that person wants to see. You yourself is not entirely real.

Or is it wrong to think of these?

You don’t make sense anymore. Everything around you is a blur, just pictures of what you want the world to look like. You don’t even know what’s real or not. You touch everything, see everything, know everything around you, and yet at the same time you don’t. Nothing makes sense anymore.

What would you think?

Originally written on June 11, 2012