Raiseyourhandifyouarenothere

This is nothing. You're reading nothing.

The empty space between my body and my soul. Where my spirit hides sometimes. Invisible. The loudest invisible. It’s nothing, but it’s everything. Hiding. Waiting. Hoping to disappear.

Words are invisible too. Spoken, they almost vanish. So here. Here are my invisible words. Snatched from my phone notes, unedited, unpolished, alive. Where the real leaks out. Where I leak out.

Welcome to the nothing.

Welcome to the invisible.

Welcome to me.