Observation: you can not see me

sometimes i think being unseen has very little to do with actually disappearing. there are moments when you are right there, taking up space, breathing, looking back at the world, and somehow still feel like you have slipped out of it. not gone, not hidden exactly — just somewhere beyond what can be reached by simply looking.

i have always been drawn to these small distances between being present and being noticed. the things that remain close enough to touch but somehow impossible to hold onto. maybe there is comfort in that distance. maybe there is fear. i am not sure anymore.

this image feels like one of those moments to me. something is there, but it refuses to fully reveal itself. the more i look, the less certain i become of what i am actually seeing. and perhaps that is the point — sometimes being seen is not the same as being understood.

you can look at me.

you can stand right in front of me.

you can still not see me.