My sanctuary, my island -
people pass
but still, I remain unnoticed.
Invisible to the world around,
watching...waiting.
I see everything -
every emotion,
every body-motion,
every thought that spills
from the bubble around them.
The people outside
seem to inhale
but never the air
of my own existence;
perhaps a slight glance
at the beauty from a distance.
Soon forgotten,
a blip of a memory,
a faint recollection.
Just sitting here
holding space
for those who pass by.