I am so excited to make a little spot on the internet just for my thoughts!!!
For the past few years in covid times, I have sometimes felt as though I am a person living upstairs in an attic, far away from all the people who walk along the crowded city street. Once in a while a person will come and knock at my door but rarely do I answer, except for people I once knew and for children and dogs. Even the children receive a very dull, blunted version of me, as though I have lost the ability to speak and can only stare at them with a mere half interest.
In my attic room I can visit many worlds, faraway ones, microscopic and myopic worlds that no one else can see. I disappear in plain sight—suddenly I become so much more than what meets the eye. The world outside my window passes, seasons change, people live and die. And yet I never go outside to meet them.
My name is Opal and I'm 25 years old.