I Carve My Existence into White Spaces

Words are my sanctuary

Bleeding ink onto pages

Like tracing the contours of my soul

I write because silence

Feels too heavy

Too suffocating

Each sentence is a breath

Each paragraph a heartbeat

Keeping me alive when everything else

Threatens to consume me

Writing is my rebellion

Against forgetting

Against disappearing

I carve my existence

Into white spaces

Leaving permanent marks

That will outlive my physical form

When memories fade

When bodies crumble

My words will remain

Whispering

Screaming

Existing

I write to remember

I write to be remembered

This is how I become

Immortal

Not through flesh

But through language

Through the raw, unfiltered

Essence of my being

Scattered across pages

Bound in books

Floating in digital archives

My spirit

Captured

Preserved

Eternal

Writing is how I tell the universe

I was here

I mattered

I survived