More than anything, it felt good to be out here, lost in the darkness of the world, away from everyone. He felt at home within himself, at home in his skin. He could believe, just then, that the whole world was gone away and all of the eyes that had been watching him were finally gone. He wasn’t being watched anymore. He didn’t stand out. Every moment of his life, he felt that he stood out. Too tall. Too skinny. Too Black. All of it swallowed him up some days. There were eyes everywhere, watching him, staring at him.
