Listening,
No knock at my door.
No call to my phone.
No one calling my name.

Watching,
No one gazing at me,
No one looking for me,
No one seeing me.

There are days when:
The absence of sights and sounds allow me:
Peace.Freedom.

On other days:
The same vacuum bestows me:
Loneliness. Jealousy.

A cage.
With open door.

A bubble.
Fragile but beautiful.

A shell.
Hiding something deep inside.

What choice will I make?
In or Out?