I am the hush before the sunrise,
the breath between the words,
a fleeting thought that lingers,
a whisper that still burns.
I am the weight of echoes past,
the spark of what may be,
not just the path I’ve walked before,
but waves still breaking free.
I am the laughter, I am the ache,
I am the stillness and the quake.
I am becoming, I am undone,
I am the night, I am the sun.
No name can hold me, no cage can bind,
I am the seeker, the journey, the find.
Art By Julan
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