Who are you // when no one is looking
The eyes turn off, the filters turn off, the persona algorithm turns off
You — no caption, no pose, no “last seen at 3:17.”
You are the blur in the mirror,
the draft that never wanted to be the final version, the notification no one read.
You are the infinite scroll of uncured thoughts, the silence between two clicks.
Maybe a scream in caps lock, maybe just an ellipsis…
…
You are what’s left when the world doesn’t demand form from you,
when time doesn’t demand haste, when the body doesn’t need performance.
You are a fluid liquid, without a label, without a hashtag.
A beautiful glitch in a system that doesn’t see you.
…
So when someone finally looks:
And then, the gaze rests not as judgment but as a window
and you tremble not out of fear but out of recognition.
There’s a shock in being seen unedited, unframed,
It’s you, raw in real pixels, flesh of thought.
The other sees and you also see what you never dared to name.
There’s beauty in discomfort, there’s truth in stumbling,
there’s poetry in the detour and in that instant as time slows down,
the ego disarms, the soul blossoms.
You are not what they expected,
but what you always were without knowing it
and the gaze doesn’t hold you,
it doesn’t define you, it doesn’t shape you,
It just confirms you:
Yes, you do exist, yes you are, that’s enough…
I love being invisible that is I try to be invisible but that is quite impossible how you see this person is beautiful it reminds me of my own personas I employ when dealing with people and invisible me who waits in the shadows great write 💕
Thanks! Yes, you do exist, yes you are, that’s enough…
Powerfully penned, PAR. Always dig the layers and depth of your writes my friend. Excellent work per usual. Appreciate you.
Damian
Hey, my dear friend, thank you for being there. 🌻