I am a droplet

I don’t know where I am going

I don’t know where I have been

I don’t know where I want to go,

I don’t know who I am.

I am the droplet of water on the branch,

That looks as though it is about to fall,

But remains dangling in empty space.

I am the second hand of the clock

Always in between the numbers on the face.

I start to run somewhere

But then I stumble

And realize I don’t know why the fuck I’m running there.

I turn around

And drag back here,

Here.

Here isn’t even a here as much as it is a state of matter,

A floating, drifting, wasting,

Somewhere but nowhere.

-N.X. Blume