High above the sky, I retreat,

A silent witness to a world I could never touch.

I’ve hidden myself where no one can find me,

But even here, the emptiness follows.

I wonder—did they care? Did they ever love?

Or was I just a fleeting thought,

A passing shadow in a crowded room?

The ache of being unseen cuts deeper than the cold.

I am so high, yet the weight inside grows heavier.

How can I feel thi...