Invisible

I am invisible
people pass me
and do not see me.
The emptiness
has finally seeped
out of my pores
cloaking me with
transparency.

I do not need to move
for I am already everywhere
yet perhaps I am nowhere
lost in the ordinariness
or existing in nothingness.

I dabble using words
to fill the spaces
that used to be me
though they remain
invisible
to people who pass me by
unaware of my proximity.

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