It Is A joy To Be Hidden, And A Disaster Not To Be Found.

[Rizzo]

I am here
Don't you see me
If I scream, will you hear?
If I look you in the whites of the eyes?
will you pay attention to me
And if I go crazy until I have no air left?
Even then will I be like a ghost?
like a floating feather,
that no one noticed
Because what is special about her?
I might be like the sky,
But people don't raise their heads anymore.
I'm here,
Touch me i'm right here
Maybe something in me wanted to play hide and seek,
But I didn't want to not be found.

[With Love]

You are there
I can see you.
You scream, I can hear you.

Will you look in the whites of my eyes?
I will pay attention to you and go crazy until I have no air left.
Even then will you be like a ghost?
like a floating feather,
That no one noticed?
Because what is special about that?
You might be like the sky,
But people don't raise their heads anymore.
You're here,
I'll touch you, you're right here.
Maybe something in you wanted to play hide and seek,
But I didn't want to be found.


I wrote your prose in mirror for you. We find strength in what we're trying to say. You're important, I see you, but more importantly YOU see YOU! I hope you know how special you are. Not trying to invalidate your experience, but would like you to see yourself through your own eyes, in your own words and written back to you.

With Love, From Me ♥️