It's jarring emptiness though I'm bloated full. It's like a puncture, though there's no stake. It's overwhelming heaviness, though there's no load. Like a scab that won't heal, though there's no wound. It's confusion... though, my mind's a blank. It's me reaching out, though there's nothing to tell.
This feeling I can't describe... A curse to which there are no words. A burden that I foresee spilling over several dawns.