Invisible

I am visiting too... Except, I stayed way too long. The unfamiliarity, the coldness, the distance, the atrocities have drained me, and once scared me. There's nothing left to do but to cry in silence, witness, sometimes from distance, sometimes so close to the heart, without the ability to ever partake really. I no longer blame, I no longer anger. I understand in quiet silence, to take it all in, report to source, hold the memory. Let go once told. For now, push through, hold on a little longer. Time is an illusion too, let go, let pass. It's the interlocking of realms and the absence of true separation that's at play. All else doesn't really matter. Hush now, watch now. You're not seen, you're not being noticed. Disappear and blend in, now they see you... Now they don't.