NONAMEZ
To be nameless is to be unnoticed, to fade into the background of existence. Perhaps he does not have a name because no one has ever called it. Love, after all, is recognition—it is being seen, being chosen. Without it, he wonders if he is even real.
But is love truly about waiting for someone to bestow meaning upon him? Or is it about stepping forward, letting the world hear his voice? The nameless one begins to question if he has been waiting for love, or if he has been waiting to become someone worthy of it.
