Have you just ever felt like you were floating? No, I'm being serious...

You're all alone. Just sitting at a round bench, under the shade with a nice gentle breeze greeting you? Tickling your cheeks, then your hair— reminding you that it still cares enough about you to still touch your face?

To... Remember you?

No one seems to notice you exist?

You remember what the preacher said, "no one will go unnoticed with me around!" But there he goes.

Passing you by.

Leaving you all alone in the empty park.

Another lie.

Lies on your heart, for the rest of your life.