I am unknown, I am unknown, I am unknown!!! With my hands up in the air I ran around carefree. Screaming at the top of my lungs. No one seems to know I am here. I am as free as in the wild, I can do as I please, I can say whatever I like. No eyes are watching me, no ears are listening to me.
I am free, free, free! There is something to be said for being anonymous. Without the prying eyes of the crowd checking out every move, pointing out every blemish. The freedom to unreservedly express oneself, the opportunity to stand and watch, and observe what comes out without the pressure of censorship. The beauty of allowing it all to hang out as nature intended. Wandering around without having to check behind, having the assurance that no one is looking.
The beauty of being known to very few. We are accustomed to our very self conscious existence. Our constantly pandering to whatever will provide the approval and ‘likes’ of people.
Who would we be, truly be? If we don’t feel we have to please man? If we know no one is watching and no one knows or cares we are there? Maybe we will breathe, maybe it will just be bliss, pure bliss!
Beautiful Ivory 