I expect to blend in, maybe even blend away when I go in public. I expect to be easily forgotten, easily ignored or not seen at all. I figure I won’t draw too much attention to myself, and any attention I get will be brief. I’ve always thought of myself as easily dismissed for something a bit more stimulating. Expendable is a good word to describe me.
Today I compared myself to an empty oyster shell found at the bottom of the bay. A person could find it, expect to see something beautiful inside, but when they open me up I’m empty, just a shell. I see myself this way and always have.









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