I floated above myself last night, watched me blink but never breathe, heard the world scream in whispers, but all it said was “leave.” My thoughts were heavy, but my limbs were light, like my mind was made of smoke, each heartbeat a distant thunderclap in a sky that never spoke. I laughed with lips stitched tight, danced in the middle of my own collapse, a thousand eyes inside my chest and none of them could relax. I touched the stars with numb hands, let the moon drink my fears, but even in that velvet silence, I heard the echo of my tears. I’m a portrait made of static, a soul carved from electric glass, every time they look at me — they’re watching someone that won’t last.