Who Am I

Who Am I

Written by Antonio De Villar

I am the question carved into my own darkness—the echo of a thought that refuses to die. What force compels me to ask? Is it the wound at the center of my soul, or the ghost of who I was before this body claimed me?

I walk in a shell of hands, legs, bones wrapped in fragile skin—a temporary disguise for something I don’t understand. What is the point of becoming flesh when the mind inside it is a silent battlefield no one else can enter?

Why does sorrow feel older than I am, as if it lived in me long before I ever lived? Why does happiness dissolve like smoke in a cold room, leaving nothing but the taste of what will never be?

Why must time twist my body, slowly breaking me as if testing how much I can endure before collapsing back into the dust I never asked to awaken from?

Why is God invisible, a presence that watches but never speaks? If heaven exists, why does it remain hidden—a promised place always withheld?

Why does silence answer my prayers more faithfully than any voice?

If the divine can hear me, why am I left shouting into a universe that gives nothing back?

Why is death the only gateway to understanding the life I never chose? Why are the answers guarded like forbidden fire?

Why does truth hide? Why does the void whisper? Why must I stand at the edge of the unknown to learn who I am?

Why? Why? Why?