nothing

rustling through     the wind  concrete    clouds    cold above is

wrong                  the shouldn’t the it all                  there flames drift cold the is trees the

air can’t billowing                  nobody but wind wrong in while

warm be and so the above                                                                              wrong

magical why no      because yelling the it        shakes gone and

away pain   ground is      air sputtering are     darkness the why          air

dancing       wrong      shudders                    far

wrong     the hurt air flickering the hurt is    nothing too wrong sharp air      wrong

nothing                                    darkness                                    worthless

they undone     empty safety the          nothing          cannot

hear    worthless    darkness                                                nothing

empty      gone      fear      darkness      safe      nothing      why

nobody     worthless     nothing     failure

fear   nothing   darkness

nothingnothingnobodynothingworthlessnothingnothing

gone

Nothing.

Endless, empty, gasping, heaving nothing.

Surrounding, suffocating, freeing, eclipsing

nothing.

It is everywhere and nowhere; it does not stop or begin. It is me, and I am it.

I am nothing.

Peace, in nothing. It calms and soothes; it scatters the pain and destroys the suffering.

I see nothing. I hear nothing.

I am nothing.

Right?

That can’t be right.

If I am nothing, how can I think?

What was it that guy said?

I’m thinking, therefore… I’m…

am-ing?

That doesn’t sound right.

But, if I’m not nothing…

what am I?