How often would we like to be invisible? To be part of the life, to see others, to feel everything, but not to be seen? Isn't it that kind of masking we are sometimes using? How many times do we try to fit to the places, to the persons around us, to their opinions? And why? To become part of them? Or only for some kind of special need to hide somewhere?
But there is still something that disclose us. The world inside which defines our thoughts, sentiment and behavior. A that make us visible.