The funny thing is that the word invisible has three i’s yet I still want to be invisible.

I don’t want to get attached to anything or anyone, because I know this life is nothing but temporary. I hate farewells.

I want to be that random person wherever I go. I want to be that insignificant number that life goes on without.

Don’t get me wrong, I want to live, but not a noticeable life. I want to live a life where I come to this world and do my part in this society and then leave. Like the small water molecule doing it’s function by whether by quenching thirst of the drinker or cleaning off residues from a dirty surface, or falling with multiple droplets to wet the soil. A droplet, out of many. Clear and invisible. Yet if I wasn’t there, another droplet would take my place.