I am an Invisible Man

    I am an invisible man.

    Some people call me a guardian angel.

That I am not. Am I God? No. Am I a ghost? No. Then what am I? I am whatever I am created to be. I can be a theory or a religion or a culture. I could be the virulent vandal or the one who saves you from eternal desolation. I can be the water you drink or the clothes you put on in the morning. Or everything. Or nothing. But I am who I am. An invisible man.

    Did I confuse you? Good.

    The moon and the sun and the sky and the very ground you walk is only there because YOU wanted it to be! Do you want me to be there, following your footsteps as you walk through the forest or the one who holds your hand through hard times? Proclaim to me you want me to and I will. Beneath the boundless barriers of this broken world, I am here waiting for the words that you will speak. But remember this. If you choose me, I choose you.

    I am an invisible man.

    You wanna go to Paris? Australia? Narnia? I can take you there. Now I don’t want to be cliché and tell you that all you need to do is believe, because that’s not all. What if I tell you that I am friend to more children than people like you?  Not just because they believe, but because they have a childlike faith. Everything they see is new. And to them, there could be a unicorn out there riding an elephant on a plane.

    Sounds funny. Absurd even.

So you want me to be a guardian angel? God? Do you want me to be a ghost? I can! But I am nothing without you! I am just an invisible man, reclusive to this world who is in search of a marvelous adventure.

    I am your dreams! Your thoughts! Your imagination and feelings and thoughts and wishes. I am a philosopher, a poet, a narrator, a musician.

    I am YOU.

    But until you do something, you will do nothing. In your rocking-chair, by your window dreaming, shall you long alone. In Your rocking-chair, by your window, shall you dream such happiness as you may never feel.