I stumble in the darkness
I don't know where I am or how I got here
My past is a fragmented pile of glass that once was the window of my mind
I hear things. Who or what creates them, I do not know
I try to grasp at something.....anything, but nothing is there, everything is gone
Am I falling? I can't tell If the ground has gone.
My life isn't my own, was it ever?