existence

There are roomswhere your shadow arrivesbut your name does not—light knocking softlyon uninterested walls. One day,something in you remembersyou were not madeto haunt thresholds,apologizing for existing. You turn,and in the quiet behind youwalks a Presencethat has always known your weight in stars—and suddenly it’s clear: it was never youthat was lacking,only the roomtoo smallto hold…