Oh, is this Life’s way to tell me there is always something good in everything bad?

Well, what can I say, I am…alive, I guess?
I exist and that’s my thing, to be honest.
I just…am.
That’s how my days pass.
Don’t worry, it’s not like I am sad, I am used to this.
To not be able to tell apart yesterday from today or from tomorrow.
To be amongst so many people, but nobody really acknowledges my presence most of the time is rather unnerving.
I feel like I am a nose, right there, smacked into the middle of ya’lls faces, yet nobody sees me unless someone else brings the attention to me.
I was an accessory, or better said a fail-safe, as people only remembered me when they truly, truly needed me.
Sometimes not even then, to be fair.
Obviously, I had “friends”, but they weren’t much different from the majority of people.
They still only remembered me when I was in their sight.
But I saw more than most people due to this.
I saw tensions between people, both good and bad, and I could read people as if they were books.
Not always, as I wasn’t a psychology graduate, but I was pretty good, since most of my guesses were right.
But then…I started to see even more.
Little movements here and there, individuals that seemed to be…invisible to others, colourful specks flying above us.
Songs, arguments, conversations that obviously, nobody else but me was reacting to.
I thought I was going insane.
I went to therapy, I went to a neurologist, check my brain, but thank God, I was alright, at least results wise,  everything was peachy.
So, I was going insane, I guessed, and therapy was doing nothing.
But then, I saw those figures interacting with objects, and the objects really moved.
Then, I talked to one of them, and they laughed, thinking that I am crazy, until I described their appearance perfectly.
They disappeared immediately after, so I thought: “Yup, I am insane.” once again.
But they came back with some other individuals and presented themselves.
They were fae, elves, vampires and even…Gods?
Or at least some of them were.
They called themselves supernatural entities, living at a different spectrum or frequency than us mortals, or so they said.
I laughed at this.
I could interact with the supernatural? A realm that is so out of this world that we can’t see it normally?
So, I was phasing out so much of reality, or at least my presence was so thin, I shifted…realities?
Oh yeah, I could talk to faeries, and dragons and what not.
Oh, this is Life’s way of  telling me that there is something good in everything bad?
I don’t know, but for the first time in my life, there are people who take the initiative to talk to me…
And let me tell you, it’s not a bad feeling…

Published by omnithenerva

Wannabe fiction writer. In love with mythology, and fantasy themes.

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