I am not a traveller
I am the journey itself.
A character in a story
that hasn’t been written yet.
I am the silence
before a word is born,
the pause that holds
a universe inside it.
No book carries my page,
yet I live
in the corners of every heart
a meaning waiting
to be felt.
I am not a voice,
I am the vibration
you only hear
when your soul grows quiet.
I am emptiness
yet overflowing.
Unseen
yet unmistakably real.



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