the smoke from me is a bubble,
a repellant of sorts,
unspoken words from me,
saying no need to come by,
there's nothing to be said.

this is too much to be felt,
too much
to be contained,
too much
to be expressed,
too much
to bear.

i'm not weak,
i'm not scared,
but i can't walk any further.

i'll try anyways,
for there is nowhere else to go.