I live alone, like a quiet chapter
torn gently from a crowded book
I am no longer part of the noise
that once called itself home
And when I visit it
I don’t arrive I drift like a memory they recognize but cannot hold
a shadow that lingers just to be felt but never enough to stay
Not everything that pulls you is meant to stay.Some people arrive as lessons, not destinations.
They wake parts of you that were asleep,not to claim them, but to remind you they exist.
I don’t know what we are,
something unnamed, yet undeniably near.
As if our souls converse in secret
while our tongues refuse the translation.
May courage knock on your door soon.
I promise, I won’t close mine.
I'm everywhere and nowhere at the same time, As if belonging was never written for me, like my soul was never meant to settle, only to wander.
And in the quiet heaviness of each day, one question echoes:
Did i choose the right path?