I'm not stupid.
No matter how many times I sink demurely into a corner, I'm not invisible. I'm flesh and blood and...here. You make me forget that sometimes. I forget that I'm alive because you fill me completely. You steal the very breath from my lungs and return it with fire. Only, there's no meaning to that because you could never understand. Or, even if you did...
At one time I had a destination, however, lately I've had difficulty remembering what road I'm on.