iamtala

When you're invisible, you learn to listen. People talk to you without even realizing it. I hear all their secrets, their frustrations, their dreams. But I never speak. It's almost like I'm an invisible confessional booth.

One morning, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself. Who was I, really? What's my purpose here? Why am I here? I don’t have an answer, and maybe I don’t need one.