In English, we’ve been doing a creative writing exercise at the beginning of every class where our teacher gives us the first and last line (usually from another piece of writing) and we have about ten minutes to fill in the middle. I’ve written a few that I liked, but I haven’t been able to post them because we’ve handwritten them and I had to pass them in, but today we typed it so I can.
I’m an invisible man.
Nobody listens to what I have to say. Why should they? I’m nothing but a breathing body with a bit of a consciousness attached. I suppose that’s what they are too. But that doesn’t mean they should pay attention.
Nobody looks at someone they don’t want to see. I don’t blame them. It’s hard to see someone invisible, and I wouldn’t want to inconvenience them.
Nobody talks to me about anything. I guess that’d be pretty hard, too. It’s tough to talk to someone you can’t see or hear. It’s tough being invisible but having so many things to talk about.
I do have some good ideas, though. Sometimes I wish people would listen to them. They could learn something from a man who speaks for himself to himself and for nobody else to nobody else. They only speak for themselves to somebody else and not for somebody else to themselves. I wonder if they’d do the same if they were invisible, too.
If you were invisible, would you listen? Would you listen to me, to others, or still only to yourself? What if I wasn’t invisible? Would you listen to me then? Would I listen to you?
Who knows, but that, on lower frequencies, I speak for you?