Un-See

Can’t you help but believe in how much is unseen around us, beneath us, above us and within our raging bodies. How things can slip right beneath our noses. How often things are said on the right side; but we turn left to listen. In a world where our sight only grasps the visible spectrum of the electromagnetic field, how can we be so convinced we have sight?

As a child, these spirits, they used to wake me from my sleep. I was persuaded the walls of my room are speaking. That my curtains have turned into swing sets, and the pile of clothes in the corner is a volcano ready for eruption or a cat starring right at me. Then, I taught myself to rub my eyes over and over again to squeeze my imagination back into my mind. So, I could see correctly.

With time, this unfathomable imagination outside the comprehension of adults slowly seeps out into the outside. We transform from bodies that create to bodies that conform; as our senses align to the expectations of the material world.

Suddenly, we sleep in rooms made of walls and floors, and when the door is slightly open we do not wait for something to creep out. We sleep in rooms that have desks, mirrors and drawers. And objects in our room don’t turn into cats anymore.

Spirits of the ocean, spirits of the skies. Spirits of my lovers, spirits of the stories I despise. You must find home somewhere – as we all escape you with age I wonder where you reside. You must have found a home somewhere.

From the morphing of objects due to an untamed imagination, their spirits roaming rooms. To spirits becoming stories of the past and the uncertainty of the future. Spirits becoming our loved dead ones, who we cannot help but feel in the sunlight or a good cup of coffee they would have enjoyed. Spirits becoming the idea of happiness; that we struggle to hold on to as it becomes abstract and not linear. Spirits becoming the future and what we deem of it; how our knees ache at the passing of time and our inability to be certain. Spirits becoming ideas we stop finding time for – as the repetition of the system becomes ever more consuming.

We live aside the unseen every morning till until we fall sleep, and as we sleep we become unseen to ourselves.

Isn’t it crazy we always have something intangible to believe in?

From a child believing in ghosts in her room, believing in Santa clause, and believing that love in a family is unbroken. To adults looking for God, looking for peace, trying to find answers. These spirits they change shape but do they ever leave us?