I am the shadow in

the corner, the gentle

breeze blowing through trees or

strands of hair and the stars

looking down upon the

world. I am the whisper

of secrets untold, the

water drunk by parched mouths,

the air that is breathed by

us all. I have seldom

been taken for granted.

Assumptions about the

fact that I will always

be around have been made.

I am infinitely

the disregarded, the

one left unnoticed, the

epitome of the

ever-forgotten soul.