The mirror I stare at shows the image of a man. Or is it a boy, pretending to be an adult? I see good qualities in this reflection. But my true self, gets lost in the static. The crowds do not see me...they see a blank silhouette of a person. Like white noise in the background. I wonder if they truly see the man in the mirror; or the after image from a TV screen. An image lost in the static of life. I wear my hoodies for comfort; to others I look like trouble. The sounds of sires and men of law, respect and duty see me. What do they see? A man of respect as them? Or the static man looking to break the world of reality? What do I do? Pretend I'm one of the technicolor drones? Or use this skin as protection? Not being seen hurts; but also keeps you safe. So what is my choice? Do I break free from the chains of invisibility? Or remain lost...in the static.
This started with a song title from the band, After The Burial. Their latest song was the inspiration for this little gem. To me, we all try to be something important in life, but sometimes we disappear among the crowds. And sadly, sometimes when you look a little different, you get the cops called on you. In my case, it was what lead me to never go into Best Buy again.
What do you guys think? Does any of this feel familiar? Does it resonate in any way? I would like to know. If you want to share anything personal, you can message me on the Contact Me section of the blog in the SideBar. Take care guys!