I'm lost in a sea of nothingness, drifting toward horizons no compass could ever find. A nameless face among endless waves of strangers, swallowed by the ordinary, fading into the vastness of everyone else. The world keeps moving, indifferent to my existence. The tides rise and fall without ever knowing my name. I scream out to be saved, but the waves consume my voice long before it can reach anyone willing to listen. I am a ghost incapable of haunting, a story no one stays long enough to read. A shadow cast by a fading light, no longer remembering what once made it shine. Each day, I sink a little deeper beneath the surface, carried by currents of doubt and regret. Not a sudden drowning, but a slow and silent disappearance. Maybe that's the cruelest part of it all, not being loved, not even being hated, but being forgotten by those who once knew you long before you're finally gone. So here I'll remain, floating anonymously and pathetically beneath a sky full of stars. Watching them burn brightly above me, I can't help but wonder if they can tell the difference between someone searching for a way home and someone who was lost from the very beginning.