Invisible

I just want to be thinner. Always thinner.

When will I think that it is enough.

Just to feel comfort in myself, as I am.

Enough really is an interesting word isn't it?

It is a word that I cannot seem to wrap my mind around.

I'm not sure that I believe that there is such a thing.

Endless wanting and yearning, yet for what?

I'm not longing for material possesions.

I'm not lacking love or companionship.

Only the sense that I'm somehow lacking some elusive quality.

The ablility to exist without being seen.

Invisible.