I didnt notice when I started disappearing. It could have been that I was never really there to begin with but Im not so sure. When I walk across the dark faces of the streets that are estranged with eery lights, even my shadow forgets who I am. The puddle that I stepped in barely takes notice and quickly becomes another sliver of glass, the rain disrupts it more than I do. Theres a sharp chill that makes its way through my thinning coat, straight to my spine and it whispers to my soul that I am alone.