Blending in with the living

The truth is I don’t invite myself to parties anymore

There was a gala for the mentally stable called waiting in line at the bank I showed up for a fee minutes and said sorry I’ve got class in the morning

There was a party actually parties for people who can cope with walking in filled public spaces and holding onto friends for more than 6 month

And on the good days it feels like a movie as if I’m almost believable other days I think maybe cutting would put one or two pieces of mine back into place but there are no more pieces left to give as party favors

And the truth is I don’t go to parties because there are none I’m really interested in and besides I can’t exactly tell my friends I feel like a ghost without them telling me ghosts aren’t people and I’m still standing so I must want a party

But party for people who are living starts at 10

and I haven’t decided if I’m going yet