i am the stinging wind casting hair across your face
i am a hushed whisper rolling through morning mist
i am the unassuming blue before the storm
i am here and there and everywhere
i am unknown in every sense of the word
i am a status undiscovered in locked halls
i am an unsaid rumor traveling behind cupped hands
i am a stranger, your worst friend, and your best enemy
i am anonymous.
- neeha
