Sometimes there comes a time when all you want is to fade into the background.. Abating in presence, like a puddle of water on a hot summer's day. But sometimes, all you want is to be seen.

This is the account of someone who wishes she were someone else, just so she could say what she wants to say when and where and to whom it needs to be said. I present to you the statements of the understated, the one whose true voice gets lost in the screams and shouts of reality.

Listen to the song of my heart
The subtleness of a simple word.
I am the girl who you pass by
Without making sure her voice has been heard.

I am me.