“Fragment of a Nameless Thought”

I do not know who I am when the light departs.I only know that the frame holds me — not as a boundary, but as a promise.The world folds behind my back and turns into sound.My breath intertwines with the darkness and becomes a thread.It leads somewhere — but I no longer remember where.

Memory is a mirror without a face.Within it, I awaken — stretched, tilted, almost erased.My hands do not embrace; they try to understand.What is movement when time is gone?What is a body when it has already become an idea?

I am the thing that never happened.And yet — I am here.Suspended in the air between my two gazes.