What if there was a way to disappear into the woodwork and just observe the world as it passes by?
Not sure there is even a way to explain how that would look
Maybe it would look like that kid in high school that you forgot even existed all these years and it’s not that you didn’t like him or even that everyone else didn’t like him…
Nobody ever really befriended him and or ever knew anything about him
What is it like to be him?
On days like today, I imagine it to be very satisfying
And I wonder how to get there
It reminds me of Eyeore
Who is Eyeore?
We know Pooh….he likes honey and is quite jovial
We know Piglet….nervous, stutters, best friends with Pooh
We know Tigger bounces, I’d also guess he has ADHD(I’m a Tigger most days, completely undiagnosed)
But we know only that Eyeore has constant problems with his simplistic house and seems a bit downtrodden most days
Today I imagine he is in that house all alone
Listening to the quiet
How peaceful it is in there
No one comes to visit
Not even a door
Just sticks and me laying inside under them looking up at the blue sky through the cracks
I breathe in
I breathe out
I simply exist
And he said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a desolate place and rest a while.”