he’s no one,
and maybe everyone i never knew.
the crowd i want to reach out to,
but don’t.
a perfect presence just outside —
close enough to feel the warmth,
but never close enough to see his face or name.
he’s that strange feeling i carry —
wanting connection,
while needing space all at once.
lykai × mj × ps, 2025.
3840 × 4800 px
flomeissner
