I Couldn’t be Dead . . . Could I ?
There were days when I just felt blindly inarticulate; like I could disappear. I would trace my own shade leaning back and forth the lobby; disguising my morose reflex. When I looked at myself in the mirror all I saw was an empty hallow shell of a woman growing in size.
Then, I looked at everything around me and it was like a house of cards i’m in; I knew it will come crushing down one day and me with it.