14 May 2012
I write your story without name because that is how I was - nameless, unnamed, kicking and screaming - tearing breath from the air around me.
I write your story until you jump at me, cling to me, take hold of my words and climb over my face possessed, obsessed.
You scrawl your name on my pages and suddenly there is meaning.
There is nothing wrong with being untitled, but how can I know you, without name?
Without Name • Opuss № I