SLC-S31/W1-“Creative Interpretation| The Word (Invisible)”

Invisible

Like she always does when it rains, she sits beside the window. Not that she likes it as the rain falls, but rather because it gives her something to watch that does not return.

People walk outside, lights flicker, cars rush, lives going on. Nobody decelerates long enough to see the girl behind the glass. And even if they notice something, they would just see a something like a form, they can't see the weight she carries.

It is odd how someone can be present but simultaneously not be present.

She remembered that her phone illuminated for her. Once her name meant something in someone's day. Now things have settled down. Not the quiet kind, just... empty. like something left without saying goodbye.

The rain continues to fall, tapping on the window as if it's attempting to tell her something she cannot quite hear. She gently presses her hand against the glass, seeing her reflection meld with the city lights.

She wonders for a split second whether she faded gradually or whether people simply stopped searching.

Either way, it feels the same.

And still she sits there hoping somebody, somewhere, would see she's still here.

To me it means this:

Being alone is not what matters. It's about feeling invisible among others.

The thought

Quiet, heavy, and somewhat weary.

Should it have been a hue or sound

Greyish-blue. Similar to evening rain.

The noise would be soft rain on glass, as well. Not noisy, but rather consistent like something that follows you.