They had no idea and I mean none of them had any idea at all, and they never do. When I camouflaged to a wall which was full of stabbed up and penetrated bodies, whose skin were all pierced with burning hot rods, and as I camouflaged to that wall I felt every pain. The extreme physical pain that I endured made my physically abusive child hood seem like heaven, and I screamed as I wanted to camouflage into that wall. It’s a challenge for me to be able to camouflage to difficult things. To top it all off nobody knew that I was there as I had successfully camouflaged to that wall.

Then I wanted to camouflage to a wall full of drowning people who were all bloated and discoloured. I didn’t think I could camouflage to such a wall but I went for it. I felt the full agony of drowning and the bloating that I had to endure to be able to camouflage to this wall and it was excruciating. I went for it though and it’s the sort of person that I am, to go for it, just like those people who jump from high buildings to see if they can fly or not. They are a fool if they fall and a legend if they fly. When I finally camouflaged to this wall, nobody knew that I was there anymore. The two little boys who each wanted their mothers attentions by pulling on her arms and eventually ripping her in two, didn’t even know that I was there.

Then I wanted to camouflage to a wall full of squashed, crushed and twisted bodies, and I had to do it. I don’t know why I had to do it and it was a feeling that pushed me to do it. As I started to camouflage to this wall I started to feel the pain of being twisted and crushed. It felt like an eternity but I was doing it and I was camouflaging to this wall. I endured through it all and it made the times that I had to endure being trapped in a box as a child, more pleasant than nightmarish. More pleasant of all is that no body knew that I had camouflaged to this wall as they hadn’t noticed me.

They all went along with their lives walking past me when I had fully and successfully camouflaged to this wall. The man taking out guns from deep within his throat didn’t notice me, the woman trying to discipline her ghostly child and hitting strangers instead also didn’t notice me. They have no idea and they never know, nor will they know what I go through when I challenge myself to camouflage to difficult backgrounds.