Unnoticed. Forgotten wayside, never pushed forcibly but still walked passed and due to all the people constantly slipping backwards, outwards. Out of the centre I never really stood in.

Of course I have this longing of being noticed. Think everyone has, no one wants to be ignored. At the same time, I hate being in the centre. It’s a hard thing to combine those two, especially since the natural way of being is quiet, this means protesting brings things to a halt and far too much focus.

The place in-between is awkward and there’s no real way out.