Invisible Streets

A French man once said, "Anything essential is invisible to the eyes." I think we cannot see anything at all because we only see what we want see.

I wander nameless streets looking for light. Even though I try, I don’t see light nor streets. Because I don’t want to see anything but myself. Streets change and never stay the same. Then, I start to see only shadow dancing between the past and the future on invisible streets. The world is becoming filled by shadow, and shadow takes over the streets.

I am not sure I find any light on such invisible streets. Even so, I continue to walk, only seeing shadow sticking to the veneer of life. Maybe I am running from light and from myself. Just maybe, I don’t want to see anything but that shadow.