And I don't mean under-cover cops or CIA agents... I mean people that hide, in the open, because they just don't know any way else to live.
Sometimes I feel like that. Like I'm hiding under someones nose (not a nice view.)
Theres this stupid little jar I have in my room.. It's a baby food jar, but it's empty (I don't have too many babies to feed.) I loathe the thing. Maybe because it reminds me some much of myself.
It's there. I can see it. I can feel it it my hands. If it were to be dropped, I would hear it hit the ground.
But I can see right through it. Like it's not even there at all. I can look past it and to what's behind it, be it my walls or my Buddha statues.
I'm going to put my rings in it tonight. I never take my rings off, but I don't want the jar to feel alone.
At least it will have something inside it.
-Ayden
