I smile, but not all my smiles reach the surface.
People think they know me—but they only meet the echoes.
My silence speaks louder than most words ever could.
I carry storms in my eyes and sunsets in my soul.
I walk among many, yet I belong to none.

My dreams are ancient, carved in the language of stars.
Pain taught me poetry, and love made me a mystery.
I crave peace but live in questions that never sleep.
I give pieces of myself in whispers, never in full.
To understand me—you must first be willing to get lost.