i can't see where i'm headed
i can't look back from where i've come
my surroundings are empty; a hollow space yet also so, so full; bursting; pregnant with rain that will never fall
or tears
or thoughts that will never formulate into words that will never crawl up throats and creep past lips
stagnant and stale and stuck
i will not climb, i cannot fall
i can't see where i'm headed
i can't look back from where i've come
