High above the nightmare below,
perched on the edge of thought,
I drift through the open sky,
taking in the quiet wonders of life.
Below me, the world shrinks
into something almost gentle—
a hush of fields and rooftops
held between two heartbeats.
And for a moment,
I am nothing but motion,
nothing but sky,
nothing but the soft, trembling truth
that I was always meant
to rise.