The Fear of Being Found

What happens when you make lost, the way, that you just are? Do you dress yourself in fear with a matching bag made out of comfortable and some nice "safe" shoes? Maybe you sneek peeks to the outside with an elaborate system of mirrors that allows you to see around every corner. Always seeing what's coming, way before it can catch a glimpse of you. Maybe you have a moat, and a scary beast that keeps the walls secure. Maybe your pale face has long since failed to reflect light, so you just blend into the tapestry, and become it, making it impossible to discern where you start and it stops. Maybe people get tired. And maybe you make it difficult. But if one of them happens upon you in a moment of weakened defense, and manages to warm your cold skin with a simple smile, found is what you then become. Whether you like it or not.