You seek for your existence , I see .

You blame those who can’t feel you , I understand.

 

But in that moment you can’t feel me either.

 

Why do I can’t feel my throat ? Is it still on my shoulder or gone for long ?

 

I might be born to be invisible .

 

I am stuck , thrown , floated , flown .

 

Endless sky , goodbye my love .

 

My greatest enemy .