Annelise

Strange! I have traveled this road in all seasons, yet these road signs were never visible. 

I am weighing my supposition that perhaps I was always the driver.

No, others have brought me here before, letting me sit in the passenger seat, urging me to look closer.

So, who are you, to reveal these signs right in my eyes?

In the vastness of this ride, I am drawn back to my reflection in you.

You speak of grief and anger that feel like my own,

telling me of journeys I have traveled through,

channeling your restlessness, 

ideas that belong to my head, i keep close to me.

I don’t belong to your journey, yet you transcend the boundaries of my being.

You see my dread and ask me to sleep, but how could I?

You spoke your name—Annelise—and you make me feel as though

We are two manifestations of the same soul.

You embody me so closely, I fear I have known you in a life I cannot remember.

Annelise, 

I do not know you —yet you keep showing me these signs I failed to bring myself to see. 

Tiffany Putri