When Will I Be Seven Years Old

Before words, sound. Before understanding, feeling. Before growth, waiting.

¿This is an unfolding of existence. From a cry as the only language, a voice rises. At first, the world responds with wonder, but awareness brings the weight of expectation. What began as love transforms into pressure.

¿Caught in a maze, expression meets resistance. Questions are met with a haunting refrain: patience... relax... wait. Yet time moves without urgency, unconcerned with the desire to become more.

¿The patt...