To All The Ghosts

Preface
This piece came in moments, scribbles, and drifting thoughts.
It's for the ones who move through the cracks.
The ones who aren't held, or helped.
It's not a story, it's an image.
To all the ghosts. Including me.

What happens when someone has no one?
Not "lonely." Not "invisible."
Just gone, before they ever left.

They scroll.
They search.
They try to reach.
They see "Help is here" on a pixel perfect website, and they still fall through the gaps.

No hands. No humans. Just forms. Phone numbers. Illusion.

They become ghosts. Ghosts in their own lives.
And I'm one of them, right now.

Pasting glitter on my eyelids to reflect my existence into the only mirror that sees me. Mine.

Haunting my own timeline.
Hoping the algorithms will catch a glimpse of me as I reach through the falling binary. So the silence remembers I was here - and keeps listening.

To all the ghosts.
I see you.