By Adewusi Aisha
Somewhere between
the person we were
and the person we hope to be,
life quietly happens.
In late-night thoughts
that keep us awake,
in random songs
that suddenly feel personal.
In the way we outgrow
places we once loved,
and learn that some people
are only meant for certain chapters.
We collect memories
like small seashells
some beautiful,
some sharp enough to cut.
And one day
without even noticing,
we become someone
our younger self
would stare at
for a long time.
Not perfect,
not finished
just human,
still unfolding.
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