An experiment in being invisible

Drifting alone, I was my own secret and I smiled to

myself.  

No one saw.

I stood next to the window and I 

melted in.

There's a danger in this, being transformed.

It made my own hands fade 

away,

and suddenly I couldn't even see my knees, only hear,

listening so patiently

to my careful heartbeats, nearly deaf from the

singularity

of the sound.  I wondered

did the sun catch some piece of my soul on its way through, 

glinting, reminding the world.

The walls saw me, I'm sure.  I know because they told me.

They whispered,

"We see you.  Don't worry.  We 

know."