. I could see you sensing me but not comprehending me. My body is like an adolescent male who isn’t particularly athletic. My hair is long and I have a square jaw not totally masculine or feminine. It doesn’t really matter because I’m in my body but I’m also not quite there either. I hide outside myself. Your gaze isn’t scrutinizing but it makes me uneasy. I can tell you don’t know what to do. You are trying to compare me to people who are more familiar. I’m comparing myself to you. We’re not so different you and I. You’re kinda funny looking too. You’ve got ears that stick out. Your hair is almost the same color as your skin. Your cheeks are hallow. You always look like you’re about to say something but you’ve changed your mind. Like me, none of that really matters because you’re not in your body all the time either. You’ve swallowed yourself whole. You retreat further inwards rather than floating outwards.