There is immense power in feeling unseen.
Maybe your guard goes down. Your shoulders relax.
You forget to look in the mirror and just run out.
You move how you want, wear what you feel like without second-guessing.
After all, who the fuck cares? You don’t want to be seen.
And just maybe, in that moment, you walk a little lighter.
Shoulders down, head relaxed, you stride along in your goofy walk.
You smile to yourself. You daydream as you go.
And just like that, you become a sight of beauty to someone passing by.
It’s not the messy hair, the clothes, or the imperfection of your effort- it’s something else.
Your aura- oozing through the layers.
Your energetic magnet vibrating at full force.
The sweet scent of your authenticity.
Like a tiny breeze passing by, wanderers feel it sooner than the ones too preoccupied.
What a blessing- and a curse-for you are a sight to see.
Magic happens in your imperfection.
Perfection is witnessed in your invisibility.
But who cares? You’re in your own bubble.
You don’t even realize the world is watching.
And sometimes, there’s a second glance.
Admiration. Aspiration. Adoration.
In being unseen, you are seen-
More profoundly, more loudly-
Than when you’re screaming to be noticed.
Unbeknownst to you, the real you boldly peeks through.
Your art, your craft-revealing themselves exactly as they were meant to.
Solely to delight YOU, before becoming an artifact for the world to nip at.
For a moment, the fear threading your existence takes a break.
The grip of insecurity loosens.
Your invisible cape blows freely in the wind.
Bliss. Flow. All zoned in.
Think back..
Those split seconds when you thought no one was watching...
How many times did someone catch you?
How many times did they actually..ACTUALLY..see you?
Most importantly- how many times did YOU see your rare creation?
That fleeting, pure moment. Just a blip. A minute, if that..
Before the good ol’ “notice me” cloak slips back on.
And just like that- POOF-gone.
Boo- the fun is over.
Until Next Time,
Rani