Sometimes it is the weight that you take in a place. Or not.
Sometimes you feel as if no one would even notice if you were gone.
Sometimes you feel as if you were a bird, a tiny skeleton,
and that it would be just as well to go and land somewhere else.
When all you really want is for someone to look at you,
to look at the space where you were, to say, something is missing.
We are all birds aren’t we?
We are all crying in public places.
elisabeth pike 