WHO AM I...
WHO AM I?
A Whisper Between Time and Thought
I am not just a name.
Nor a body passing through your gaze.
I am not only what I remember—
Nor merely what I have forgotten.
I am the silence that dares to ask itself.
The trembling in memory as the future draws near.
I am the childhood I could never explain,
The present I failed to hold,
And the future I never dared to write.
I am not entirely here,
Nor completely there.
I linger in thoughts left unfinished,
Between ticking hours and fading reflections.
A witness. Sometimes an echo.
Sometimes… a question without a voice.
I am the flicker in a forgotten photograph.
The sigh between two dreams.
The space between what you think I am
And what I truly cannot be.
Who am I?
I am still searching.
And maybe—I always will be.
Perhaps…
I’m not meant to be found.
Only felt
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