I stirred when I turned inward and asked: "Who am I?"
Not "What am I?"
Not "Why am I?"
But "Who am I?"
And then the Who, the What, and the Why collapsed inwards onto themselves:
I
Am
...
(The word does not come.)
Collapsing further: the When and Where into Now and Here.
Collapsing...
To the beginning.
The backdrop of everything.
(The words... gone...)
Who Am I?
