No one

I am no one, aware of itself in a nowhere, an interesting space to dwell in.

I matter just as much as to fill the void of my shadow; not more, not less.

I am no one, in itself a responsibility to non be.

And I am another type of no one than you, we are all different in our absent presence.

At best we can see ourselves as reflections of who we think we are.

I am no one.

And in this no one ness, I am an art form.