I didn’t disappear.
I just stopped announcing myself.
I stayed close enough to be seen
if anyone bothered to look —
left small signs behind,
nothing dramatic,
nothing that would make a scene.
Scuffed edges.
Uneven ground.
Places where I slowed down
more than I should have.
If you see them,
do you recognize them as mine?
Or do they blur into the background
with everything else people step over?
I learned how to be present
without taking up space,
how to hurt quietly,
how to survive without interrupting.
So yes —
I’m here.
The marks are subtle on purpose.
I didn’t want to beg.
I didn’t want to be inconvenient.
I just wanted to know
if noticing me
would ever be enough.
Because being found
isn’t the same as being chosen.
And being seen
doesn’t mean being cared for.
So if you’re following the trail,
tell me —
are you just curious?
Or do you actually intend
to stop
when you reach me?
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:01 PM UTC
I didn’t disappear.
I just stopped announcing myself.
I stayed close enough to be seen
if anyone bothered to look —
left small signs behind,
nothing dramatic,
nothing that would make a scene.
Scuffed edges.
Uneven ground.
Places where I slowed down
more than I should have.
If you see them,
do you recognize them as mine?
Or do they blur into the background
with everything else people step over?
I learned how to be present
without taking up space,
how to hurt quietly,
how to survive without interrupting.
So yes —
I’m here.
The marks are subtle on purpose.
I didn’t want to beg.
I didn’t want to be inconvenient.
I just wanted to know
if noticing me
would ever be enough.
Because being found
isn’t the same as being chosen.
And being seen
doesn’t mean being cared for.
So if you’re following the trail,
tell me —
are you just curious?
Or do you actually intend
to stop
when you reach me?
I didn't disappear. I just stopped making it obvious.
