the state of a soul when the world stops seeing you
not just the body left on a bench but the memory of being held, of once believing you had somewhere to go
we tend to reduce people on the street to failure, to laziness, to background noise but most of them once had a path a fire a future and someone who believed in them, even if just for a moment
then life starts taking a job lost a door closed a voice that goes unheard until the losses become normal and the world turns its eyes elsewhere
this decline doesn’t happen overnight it’s slow quiet merciless one piece at a time until you forget what it felt like to be seen
this piece is about that fracture about the breaking that comes from erasure and about the refusal to vanish
it’s about the will to remain visible to take up space even when everything tells you not to
because in the end, only you know what’s waiting for you and that has to be enough
