Unseen

Last night was incredibly mild, and I took a much longer walk than usual.  This was at the request of my new friend... from the next book I'm writing.  Asi es como los conosco, That's how I get to know them, we go for walks, and they let me into their world.  Oh, it also happens over tea, or doing laundry, but going for an evening walk is preferable.  Of course, once I'm actually writing their world is incredibly visible.  What they show me is astounding, and from there all I'm really doing is narrating as it were.

It's always been like this when I write, and when their tale is told I miss them terribly and feel quite alone.  Well, at least until the next "friend" stops by with wonders to unfold.  And quite a few have already knocked at my door, and taken to sitting on my doorstep wondering when I'll be available.  I'm anxious to meet them, but can't give anyone a hurried goodbye simply to move on.  I must be patient, even when I'm exasperated at their hesitation.  It's not easy for them to trust, a part of them wants to remain anonymous for this world frightens them, and here is where we often find common ground.

If you meet me, you might easily forget me... force of habit often keeps me very still, as if I'm hoping to camouflage myself.  If I don't know a group well, I feel it rude to participate too much in a conversation and distract any friendships, after all friendships are valuable.  After a lifetime of needing to be invisible so that no harsh words or fists find me, it becomes almost impossible to be seen.

And that may be why I see them.  After all, un corazon quebrado, a broken heart beats to a different rhythm, a hidden level.  Oh, we are stronger than we appear with the ability to break through worlds, and yet it is that siren song of pain that drops us together in the darkness.  Here I give them a voice that might turn their mournful song into a healing melody that may carry them wherever they wish to go.  I'll miss them, but this darkness is crowded.  I hope to give them all a way out.