colloquy number one
There it is again.
It is quite, quite small.
And like all small things, it sits in the middle of a gigantic, empty space, all alone, where the light touches it just right and shadows outline and exaggerate it across the floor.
That is the difference between it and me.
It loves to be the center of everyone’s attention, absolutely adores being superficially fascinating.
But I shrink away from the spotlight, I shrivel under people’s gazes. I know that under the harsh moonlight my features will stand out in unpleasant relief — the shadows will distort and define every aspect of myself that I try to keep hidden.
That is why I am looking for someone. I am looking for someone who dwells on the periphery, like me. A someone who sees through the skin to something deeper, mysterious, but undyingly attractive.
I am looking for someone who sees me.
