Unseen

“We was walking in the mall the other day,”

“we saw a lot of faces.”

And in the evening,

“We was kissing and cuddling,”

“Screaming and fucking”

“It was absolutely amazing!”

Sorry!

In the sense that we all want to be seen

Not just another shadow that passes by

The search for importance,

yet meaningless,

the conversations about ourselves,

Dressed in colours

The music on the radio is the beat of the street

Maybe we find a soul that beats as one
He asked, “of all the faces you saw, how many do you remember? ”

I said, “a few faces.”

“But they were lots of faces?”

“Yeah!”

“Can you try to remember any vivid faces?”

“Yeah!”

“Someday you will wake up and realise, you are unseen.”

And that was the most painful thing he ever said to me.

But why was it painful? He is seeing me, and that’s all that matters.

He said, “when you are girl, a beautiful lady, boys look at you because they want you. Men look at you because they want you. Girls look at you because they want to be like you. And women look at you because they were once like you.”

you walked today in the mall, and got all heads turning to look at you. Someday, you will walk in the same mall, on the same street, and I will be the only head that turns, to look at you, because you will be unseen.”

“the faces you remember most vividly at the mall are more likely younger. But those in the shadows, the unseen faces, are what we all become sometime not far away.”

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