some days, i feel like a ghost.
the motion sensor didn't play a chord for me when i walked under the arch. as i walked away, i heard the violins and drums play for the real people.
i write emails and send them, but i write "please see me" as "whenever you have the time, reach out."
the people talk beside me and they look at me but don't say a word.
some days i feel seen, though it's small talk necessary to make the air less heavy than i already make it.
the moment i felt real was when a girl said "thank you" on the elevator. when i stepped out, i was a ghost again.