20 – Invisible

I stare at this note from this anonymous fan, and my hand begins to shake.

Me? My life?

In my other hand, I’m juggling a fireball, my usual nervous habit. It’s why all my notebooks are specially made, fire-proof.

My life? Nobody gives a damn about me. Nobody even sees me. Even when I’m NOT invisible.

I toss the note into the air and flash the fire from my hand to incinerate it, dead on.

Dead on.


* * *

~Diaman Darshan~

Wizard of Wildfire & Shadow Walker Wordsmith ((a/k/a  The Real Me ))

Diaman Fighting with Fire


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