Do you ever wonder what you look like in someone else’s poem? Is it some made-up version or reflects who you truly are?
If you ever want to know yourself better, read yourself through someone else’s letters and poems. It may seem as though you’re reading about a stranger but if it doesn’t, then you know that you belong there. In that moment of creation, your spirit was complete.
What you hold in your hand is a page, only momentarily. Soon it morphs into endless dreaming and hopeful possibilities.
It becomes a page that is no more that – but something that lives, it is not a thing anymore; but something that breathes you.
-Nameera Anjum Khan