Quietly viewing from their secret corner. Not wanting to be known. I wonder why. Are they a stranger? A villian? An admirer? What are they searching for, or hiding from?
How much safety we find in anonymity. No risk, no explanation, and no reciprocation.
Tragic really. Three years here and I feel I've returned to "anonymous" as I began here. Trying to regain footing and a place.
Anonymous, I hope you're finding what you're looking for. I am searching myself, I want that fulfillment of finding what I'm searching for as well.
For now I will find contentment somewhere in the middle; between anonymity and belonging.
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