Invisible Echoes

I wear silence like a second skin, answering to no one, belonging nowhere. Some days the world is too loud, too sharp, too careless, and I vanish. I become the space between conversations, the ghost in a room full of noise. I crave something softer than hands, something quieter than words, something real, something that doesn’t slip through my fingers like water I can’t hold. And in the quiet, I wonder has anyone else ever felt this kind of invisible?