Phantom

It's not the same as being Invisible. People see me. They acknowledge my existence. It's as if, I cannot affect them. I reach out for people, and my touch passes through them, unnoticed. Those I love are unable to sense me, to know me.
"I know what I see!"
But what do you feel?
It's an emotional intangability. I pass through peoples lives, causing barely a ripple.

"You're off with barely a sigh..."

The Dance We Do

I know the steps like I know my own breath. My higher self watches in Awe and Horror as I extend my hand and begin the dance again. The dance is circular, moving faster, but going nowhere. Why do I let myself do it? What is the alternative? Dance alone?

Are their other options? I’ve been dancing so long that I don’t remember how to stand anymore. I’ve been running on training and instinct for so long that thinking takes effort…

It’s time to change the tune. But, is this a new tune or an old one? I can only take so much…