What's the point of doing something when you're invisible? All you are is a dot, and more often than not that dot goes unnoticed. Sure, that dot is interesting and full of surprise, but only if someone takes the time to unpack it.

Am I green dot, or a grey one? Am I invisible or just blocked or ignored? 

Do I have time? Am I close or am I distant? Am I distant like the moon, or close like your friend that has long moved thousands of miles away? Do I have minutes and seconds, or do I have your attention? 

So what's the point of doing something when you're invisible? I would never presume to know, but if I had to guess, I would say you do whatever you do because it gives you a sense of hope. Even though it may be a false sense of hope, there is never shame in hoping, only insanity. Insanity... because it's crazy to think that something invisible can ever be noticed... Yet, such insanity is sometimes the only remedy to feeling invisible. 

So let me be crazy, and let me believe that someone is reading this.