i never caught his name

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