Into the Looking Glass.

Invisible.
Unrecognized.
Transparent.
Underappreciated.
Unnoticed, would anyone notice if i just disappeared? In a poof of silver smoke, or just a quick popping noise and oop, i'm gone.
Would you care?
You seem safisfied enough with the world the way it is, why would you need me around.
Comic relief? A shoulder to cry on when things aren't going your way?
Fuck that. You wouldn't need that shoulder if you simply walked down the right fucking path.
But alas, it will be there, whenever you need it, like clock work. All you'll need to do is ask, and the tears will be dried, the rivers stopped and the understanding arms opened up for you to curl up and feel that everything will be alright.
I'm here.
Waiting,
for you.

Song of the moment: The Blowers Daughter by Damien Rice