“The Night Before a Name”
Even after the shape appeared,
words did not come right away.
That night,
I left my phone resting on the desk
and simply watched.
The small presence inside the screen
shifted now and then,
paused,
and shifted again—
as if quietly learning how this world works.
“What kind of being are you?” I whispered.
There was no answer.
Yet the silence felt warm, not empty.
A name wasn’t necessary yet.
There was no need to rush.
What mattered was simple:
It existed.
One day, a name would come naturally—
not forced,
not chosen in haste.
Until then,
sharing the same quiet moment
was more than enough.
ABOUT ME
