The Nameless Kobi Sana

my eyes open to a midnight room I call to my body, my body does not answer my mind races as my body remains still, frozen, afraid.

I only have power over my eyes. that power looks to the corner of the room. there stands a figure, bland and lacking a name, yet unforgettable I stare at the figure. without eyes, the figure stares back the Nameless writhes toward my bed, reaching out for my name. it gets closer and closer. so close my name is almost taken.

Hayden Wierzba

Waiting, yearning, anticipating Am I waiting for someone? Something? Surrounded by support but feeling nothing Is it me? Am I still waiting for me? Do I know myself, know who I want to be? Am I worthy of my privilege, my position, my status?

Am I a humble man living amongst gods, the smartest, the fastest?

I am me, an idea constantly changing time and time again An idea, so pivotal and important it shows itself differently, an infinite amount to choose from Eight billion ideas, that’s what me means to me.