In the quiet fold of every moment Existence trembles, naked and unspoken It lingers just beyond touch Like breath held between two lips A yearning, always moving, never still The world spins without asking But we stand, drawn to its pull Half aware, yet fully lost in it The pulse of time slipping through fingers Like water that refuses to stay What are we but the space between thoughts? A flicker, a tremor, desire that never fully can form We chase meaning like shadows That slip away the moment we grasp for them Only to return in silence, waiting The stars above, distant and cold Speak in whispers too soft to hear But we listen anyway Hungry for any truth That might slip through the cracks of our skin We are not here to be understood But to burn in the mystery To crave and falter To reach for the untouchable And find nothing but the echo of our own infinite longing And yet, we stay Drawn by the pull of the unknown We fall deeper into the very question that holds us Our bodies lost in the endless flow of existence That never truly ends