blurred

there is a friction in being visible

in holding on to who we really are

even if basically everybody is staring at us 
there is such a depth in this

to risk ourselves every moment

will take our breath away yet

it will open a room to be in - yourself

there is a friction in being invisible
in letting go of who we really are
while nobody is truly looking at us
there is so much sadness in this
to hide ourselves so seemingly easy
suffocating every inch of us
will reduce existence into a tiny box

there is a path written into everybody
a knowledge of what matters
visible or invisible breathing or suffocating

drawing a map of the colours and secrets

of tears and laughter the inner voice

every moment of our life another riddle solved

or denied a sky with a thousand stars

to risk ourselves is to become visible

there is a friction in being visible

…

© Susanne Becker