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 love and silence is my companion.