She came
She went
Like a whisper
No one noticed
Is it her invisibility?
Or her non- existence?
She came
She went
Like a whisper
No one noticed
Is it her invisibility?
Or her non- existence?
Being there
Really not existing
An image
A breathing hologram
That moves and talks
Passing each day
Fulfilling empty tasks
Creating void spaces
Falling deeper in depths
Unclassified, to knowledge
Wafting an essence of non existence
Drifting apart to bits of specks
Particulate nothingness
With a soul thriving
Craving for a life
In an epitome of virtuality