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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