Vanished.

What is it like to disappear? I have attempted to do so during trying times in my life, but the results of disappearing are always temporary. Do we breach our comfort of privacy reaching out for communication, or is our comfort breached by others who pull us back into the world where we can be seen?

I'd like to disappear...for maybe a moment or two.

And if I could disappear, maybe you'd wonder where I was.

Life is in a big transition right now, and I'm not handling it very well. I've been emotional, angry, destructive, vague, and flaky to a few people who matter quite a lot to me. This too shall pass....I know this...but what about this feeling?

This feeling...

This constant wonder of when am I going to wake up and feel comfortable with this entire mess...

White flag in hand, I'm just asking for peace...

Inner.

Outer.

Peace.