To Feel it All

There are worse things in this world than going unnoticed.  In fact, I have made a home of unnoticed.  My low-key lean-to of inconspicuous.  No there are far worst things than being shielded from the barbs of the social rose.  One particular thorn sticks deeper and drips a green ichor that colors the eyes long before it breaks the skin of it's victim.  This barbed beauty has a name but you will never know it's sound from their lips as they pass you noticed, but unengaged.  The sweet sound of laughter draws you closer but the distance between you and the bud is stubborn.  With much effort you may eventually near the intoxicating mass of merriment but as your head spins you find yourself vacantly detached from the group though you are within reach.  Unnoticed is sometimes an accidental gift while exclusion is always a deliberate slight.  Yes, unnoticed is preferred to excluded.