How long must I drift in this endless sea,
my skin pruned from years of silence,
soaked in the cold breath of abandonment?

The sun scatters its light,
a mirage of warmth I’ll never touch—
glittering on the surface,
but beneath, I am drowning
in this vastness of being unseen.

I float, weightless,
a leaf forgotten by the wind,
surrounded by the echoes of what could have been,
the illusion of brightness,
but inside, I...