Who Am I?
I may as well be a fragment of your imagination, a mere representation of all things ephemeral. I am your childhood, I am in the darkness, waiting to be noticed by you. Without you, I am flimsy. I am invisible. Without you, I am nonexistent. Yet, you neglect me. I am neither clever nor wise. I am lurking in the shadows. I can be quite tedious. Using only words to summon your regard. Undivided. Unadulterated. When you are loveless and afraid, I am there. Flickering, somewhat fading, but never missing. Devoid eyes and quivering grip. Always the first one to feel but, the last one to heal. I am with you. Never will I undermine you, nor abandon you. I am you.