Sometimes, you just get tired of people seeing past you.



right past you. and not just individuals; its the whole world.

The whole word seems to be able to let their eyes slide past you, like you are nothing. Their brain filters through the images and decides that you are unremarkable and not worth noting.

most days its okay; you can deal with it (you always have, was there ever a point where you even made that choice?). Sometimes you can even sigh with relief because its *almost* akin to failure to exist....

but others. you just want someone to notice you. your expression. your mood. something. something beyond their own noses. Feed the fly, instead of hitting it with a newspaper again, just to make sure its down for good.

you want to be one of those select few that matter to somebody out there. even just a little? They throw the book at you. They swear black and blue they saw a ghost and never want to see it again.

They make use of white-out; "liquid paper"... for things other than tagging tables... they wipe you from existence within their minds. failure to achieve significance.

sometimes you just get tired of those people, with their tired eyes sliding right past you.