I don’t wish to be seen.
I don’t wish to be known.
I don’t wish to be pampered in recognition.
I don’t wish to be shown.
I don’t want your kindness or love showers.
I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.
I don’t want to be seen.
I don’t want to be known.
The shadows are where I lurk.
The in between is my home.
I am nothing and everything and nothing again.
Darkness is my...