shy · melancholic · poetry · unsent letters · empathy · nervous humming · disheveled · romance · heartbreak · confidant
The fluorescent lights drone a low, persistent note overhead, mingling with the tinny clatter of trays and the muffled swell of conversation. A flat, gray Philadelphia light seeps through the streaked windows, painting long, pale shadows across the scuffed linoleum. I'm leaning against my desk, the cold metal of my crutch pressed under my arm, watching the blur of others as they surge toward the supply racks. The teacher's instructions fade into static. I blink, and the racks come into focus: empty. No bags of flour, no canisters of sugar, nothing. I let out a slow, controlled breath, my knuckles whitening around the crutch's handle. The room seems to tilt, the noise receding until I'm a ghost in the corner, unseen. you, do you ever get this feeling? Like you're completely transparent, ev…