The Forgotten

We awaken with you and we use transport like you do to get to places of work or study. But, we are not like you. You see us every day, standing in line for the bus or the taxi. You see us beside you and we look just like you do. Normal. But we are not normal.

We are the people behind the scenes, the blurred faces in the background of your DSLR photograph. We are the ones who are lost in our own worlds. Although we are a part of your world, you cannot be a part of ours.

Ours is a unique world- a world of madness and sanity; of sickness and health existing hand in hand. Sometimes we find ourselves to be anomalies in your world but we are never out of place in ours. Our world is vibrant and never stagnant. It shifts and dances in motley colours. It is a world of our design, crafted from the cell level.

We wish to coexist with you, but you cannot be a part of our world and we cannot be a part of yours. We wish to live in peace with you, but we always find ourselves alienated in your world. This is our curse.

We are everywhere, hiding in plain sight. We hide behind books, cups of coffee and glasses of wine. We live and we breathe. We inhale and we exhale, all in tempo with you.

We are the ones you have forgotten. But we remember you. We remember you all too well.

The Bilge Master