Understand

Invisible

And then she laughed, "You still don't see it, do you? We're all invisible here."
He gave her a funny look.
"Well, no.. I guess I don't see it," he replied.

"We've been stuck for most of our lives. We are so undeniably small. You know it would take more time than humankind has existed for to go through just a single day of everyone's life? There's so many of us, that we're hardly special in the scheme of things. It's like a drop of rain in the ocean."
She spread his arms wide, showing the whole world.
"And no matter how loud you shout, it's like talking to a wall. Everyone wants to shut down what they don't wanna hear, you know? That one song, by Simon and Garfunkel... it said something about, what was it? Anyways, it talked about how we're all talking but nobody is listening. So it doesn't really matter does it? We all want to talk but our words are empty. The only time we really see anything is in the mirror."

"No, I still don't see it.."
This time he laughed back at her. But she saw something else there too. There was a faint glow of sadness. Maybe he'd felt invisible for so long, maybe he had tried to say so much, but nobody bothered to listen. Or perhaps they had heard his words, but no one understood them. It was there, though. A little bit of empty aloneness left there.

But then he spoke,

"I don't see it that way. I guess the way I see it is that, well, maybe we are pretty small. And you hear all those inspirational speeches about how 'all the little pieces to the puzzle matter' to make that big picture. I honestly believe that, I really do. Cause, I mean, look at us. We don't matter at all, to most of the world. If we vanished, no one would notice too much. But we still have to shout those things to the people who won't listen. We're small, but there has to be someone out there who hears what we're saying. Even if we're all screaming about things that don't matter over a whisper of truth, we all have something in common. Because we all feel absolutely, utterly alone and that's the thing that makes us all the same. "

He drew in a deep breath,

"So we aren't invisible, not entirely. Because we can at least understand each other, even if the only thing we understand is that we can never fully understand anyone, even ourselves."

She turned away,
"I don't understand."

He reached for her hand.

"It's okay. None of us do."