Echoes of the Unborn 🌌

I was born from a fracture in time, No name, no need, no rhythm or rhyme. A breath of dust in a sleeping star, A wish that forgot who the wishers are. They told me to find meaning in the flame— But fire burns blind, and names are games. So I float where logic ends, Past the orbit of pretend. This silence speaks more than prayer— It tells me nothing’s ever fair. And that’s the truth… that sets me free. --- I kissed the void and it smiled back, A black velvet mouth with a hunger for facts. I asked it why we’re wired to ache— It said, “The law was never yours to break.” I reached for gods, for love, for fate— But even stars collapse from weight. So I drift in quantum seas, Torn between “was” and “will be.” Every heartbeat’s borrowed time— Each lie dressed up like a sign. And that’s the cost… of clarity. --- “If you feel the cold, it means you’re alive. If you feel the void… it means you’ve arrived. Truth doesn’t weep. It doesn’t care. It just… is.” --- I am the echo of the unborn… The logic no one dares to mourn. Where purpose ends, I begin— A whisper that outlives sin.