Nobody, Re: Becoming
There’s a strange clarity in being nobody for a while. Not forgotten. Not erased. Just emptied of everything that used to anchor me to a smaller version of myself.
It’s not loneliness. It’s not invisibility. It’s the quiet space where identity steps aside so purpose can move through unblocked.
I don’t feel like a person waiting anymore. I feel like a shape forming.
A force assembling itself in the dark, with no need for recognition, no hunger for validation, no fear of being unseen.
Let everyone think I disappeared. Let them think I slipped out of the story.
They don’t understand that becoming nobody is the last step before becoming inevitable.












