Tunnels

My newest introspection: the amazing power of detachment. It surrounds me. I exude it. I have the power to be completely invisible, at the price of all the inconveniences which come with that power. Everyone deserves at least a little spotlight. Within me is a complex tunnel system through which very little can escape, coupled with a dampener which further conceals my identity, revealing only the slightest hint of what's on my mind. Assassin for hire, anyone? Yet the entire time, I feel like I'm yelling into a megaphone; I'm sloppy. I leave too much evidence behind. Nobody notices? Or nobody cares. It seems to be the less-desirable trait, but I feel normal as long as I'm not one of those people who OVEREMPHASIZE. EVERY. LITTLE. INSIGNIFICANT. THING.

imagine hurt, imagine tears, she opened up until she disappeared, vanished hand in hand with all the long-lost children locked in Neverland