tanager
I am undetected.
Am I satisfied?
Am I happy with being looked over, or do I want more?
Do I want people to notice me, stare at me, and judge me?
Neither.
I want neither.
He lies in the shadows with his chest heaving. His eyes shut tightly in fear and desperation - desperation to remain undetected. But he knows that he won't be able to hide forever. He wasn't born to be hidden.