Sometimes I am scribbled words. 

Words that mean nothing.

Until someone comes along.

Someone gives them meaning.

Sometimes I am just a voice.

A voice midst all the noise, wiped out.

Until someone hears me.

Someone remembers my sound.

Sometimes I am just a picture.

A face that looks like a million others.

Until someone sees within me.

Someone tells me I'm beautiful.

Sometimes I am just a memory.

A memory lost in time.

Until someone misses me.

Someone wishes I was around. 

And sometimes when I lie alone.

In silence, in solitude.

Where I'm untouched, unfound.

Beyond the reach of words and voices.

Beyond the capture of memories and pictures.

I lie alone.

Looking Within. 

I lie alone.

Silenced. 

In serene, solitude.

For I may be unknown.

Without. 

But Without me.

In my world.

Nothing was.

Nothing will be.