Here between keystrokes,
I exist as thoughts
immersed,
with no face to trace,
no voice to echo,
just words scattered
in poetic verse.

I am me in data,
timestamps
and IP trails,
I am the ghost
inside the machine,
The blank space
and filler of forms.

How strange
it is to be someone
and no one at all,
to be a thousand
possible lives
behind a secretive wall.

This is where freedom
tastes like deletion,
like footprints
washed away by rain,
in this vast binary ocean,
I am both infinite
and contained.

Perhaps,
I am most real
when I am least known,
as a mysterious presence
in a world
of ones and zeros.

©️Lizzie Bevis