space. space all around me;
six blank white walls are
wrapping me out of breath.
out the window, the motion picture
of clouds are weaving a story...
a story to be told in voiceless accounts

i see streaks of raindrops
tracing themselves down
the glass of my window.
with my reflection in the window,
it seems as if i'm crying.

i touch my cheeks...
no, it's not raining.
where do tears come from?
my heart, my eyes?
and where do they go?

no one here knows the answer.
there's no one here at all!
only vastness and silence,
engulfing me...