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“Sometimes I feel invisible,” she said. “Like I’m hardly even there at all. I’m a faceless observer or a ghost and when people do look at me it’s like they see right through to the other side.”


There is coffee burbling in the percolator and chairs scrape against the tiled floor. Her pen scribbles words across lined paper bound in a book she guards protectively with her arm, but no one notices. No one notices at all her hunched posture as if she‘s guarding against something. Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “You wouldn’t worry what people think of you if you knew how seldom they do.” She knows it’s true. She imagines their eyes anyway, but they’re only looking at the ghost, the faceless observer.

A man is at the counter ordering a chocolate chunk cookie and a macchiato as he chats with the girl behind the counter. Apparently he knows her and his voice is loud as he laughs and she jokes and her friend beside the register joins in.
Her pen still scrapes across the paper. Sometimes she forgets that there are lives behind the people, the nameless faces, the unfamiliar voices. There are stories behind each. The slightly lost looking middle-aged woman and the two children who run between the tables giggling, they all have stories. Everyone has a story. Stories don’t just exist on paper with ink or lead or bound within a book that smells of old leather. Stories walk the streets, stories live and breath.
But her pen deals in the imaginary worlds of ink and paper, but she doesn’t forget the true tales that surround her. The ones that are lived, not told or written. They are her inspiration.

She writes about a child alone in a bookstore as spacious as a cathedral. The shelves upon shelves are packed tightly with books and her quiet footsteps and the rustle of pages are the only sound in the quiet-as-a-funeral-home room. Very few people are in the dusty library. The sunrays shine brightly though high windows making the particles of dust glitter. The child raises her small fingers as though to catch the glinting specs—

The screech of a chair and her pen pauses over the page as a pretty Asian girl walks out of the café, coffee and books in hand. For a moment reality didn’t exist, for a moment she was someone else in another world, but she’s always invisible even there. And when she stands and walks out the café, no one looks up and if they do she knows they see right through her. Right to the other side because she’s the observer, the story teller. The teller is never seen and never really there at all, they’re only a voice or only a string of words that tell someone else’s story.
Since I'm short on art at the the moment I figured I'd post a bit of my writing. Just random scribbles. The result of spending too much time in the Barnes and Noble cafe.
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Mystick10 Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
I found this 3 years old poem by the most random method. It's truly beautiful! =D
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TellerofTales Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you! Gosh, it doesn't seem that long ago that I wrote it. Time flies!
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ambitoussprite Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2009  Student Writer
that i deep, em. love it!
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TellerofTales Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you! It's funny what comes to me when I'm hyped up on caffeine.
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waterdrup Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
it's beautiful (':
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TellerofTales Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you! :hug:
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waterdrup Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
No thank you! :worship:
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TellerofTales Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:blush:
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waterdrup Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
:hug:
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