I am
A freshly broken heart
Not yet grieving
the aftermath

Stuck
Holding my breath
On the edge of a cliff
Frozen in step

Looking out
At a million paths
With feet planted
In quicksand

Swimming
In a sea of thoughts
Of the days ahead
And the days past

Nowhere
And everywhere at once
Processing
As much as I can

Slowly
It starts to sink in
Everything I knew
Is spinning