What if this is as good as it gets?

What it is, and where it stops, nobody knows.

There's this place and time of day in which it all dissolves. This small spot in which nobody knows or cares where you are, this moment lost amongst the hours, where you can't actually tell the time, nor want to.

This place in the middle of your morning, while walking down an empty hallway or sitting at your desk, where nobody knows where you are, immersed in their jobs, paperwork, bank waiting lines, drinking awful coffee and eating takeout in their cubicles. They don't know, nor care, where you are. You don't cross anybody's mind.

This one time in the middle of the night when everybody else sleeps dreaming of meals and paperwork, aliens or trips to the beach, in which you are not present, or as they go out to drink their asses senseless,your friends are out, on the dancefloor making the best fools of themselves or singing at a concert at the top of their lungs; and end the night in a random one night stand or slur things to their loved ones over the cellphone.Right then and there: Not a single person that knows you thinks about you.

The proverbial tree falling in the middle of the forest.

Only, not so hypothetical...
I wanna leave but the world won't let me go.