Unseen, Unbothered, Unbreakable
A Pep Talk from Ossie the Talking Skull
(for when you feel more invisible than a skull someone turned into a door stop)
Ah, there you are.
You know sitting in a corner makes a person very hard to find. Been looking for you so long that I was beginning to think I was the only one haunting this corner of existence.
Don’t go.
Sit with my for a second. Or stand. Or—float, if you’re into that. I promise I won’t judge.
You’re feeling invisible, hmm? Like no matter how big you smile or how many tears fall down your cheeks, the world walks right past you?
Believe me, I understand. I’m literally a skull on a pillow. No matter how much I fluff this thing people seem to only remember I exist when they trip over me or need a spooky prop for their drama final. It is tough when you shout your voice to the universe, but the echoes never seem to land on the right ears.
However, before anymore tears stain those cheeks let me tell you something, bone to bone: being unseen doesn’t make you unworthy.
Not one bit.
It makes you dangerous in the best way. You get to listen when people let their guard down enough to speak the truth. You get to notice the cracks in things. You get to move through the world like a shadow with teeth.
And shadows, my dear, are where the real stories begin.
The loud ones with glitter shooting from their noses?
They burn bright and burn out. But you—you have the type of soul that will endure.
You watch.
You gather truth like pearls.
And when the moment comes, you’ll speak one sentence that rattles the walls and probably knocks me off my pillow.
So don’t waste time begging to be seen by people who’ve glued their eyes shut. Waving your hand in front of the blind will only get you a very sore bicep.
Be patient.
Be sharp.
Be ready.
And in the meantime, if anyone dares call you “nobody,” send them to me. I’ll give them a proper talking to.
(Assuming they can handle unsolicited wisdom from a skull with centuries of sass.)
You’re far from invisible. You’re just waiting for the right light to hit you properly.
And when it does?
Oh, child. They won’t know what hit them.
Warmly,
Ossie, Talking Skull Extraordinaire
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