There is nothing.
There is nothing.
There is nothing.
There is nothing.
There is nothing.
There is nothing.
There is nothing.
There is nothing.
THEN THERE IS SOMETHING
FOR A BRIEF MOMENT.
And then there is nothing again;
Less than nothing, now that
There had once been un-nothing
Instead of the usual nothing.
But if there was
More-than-nothing,
Then re-nothing is
Less-than.
Now I wish there was nothing.
It would at least be something.
Or non-nothing.
If not un-nothing,
Then at least re-nothing.
But there will never be re-nothing again.
Nothing will always be sub-nothing.
Unless there is something.
But if there is too much something, then
Something will become nothing.
And previous-nothing will be
Less than less-than.
It will be sub-nothing.
But new-nothing.
Nothing will be restored.
And then there will always be nothing
Unless more-than-something
Becomes the new something.
And maybe one day you find everything.
Everything.
More-than... un-nothing.
But then all else would be sub-nothing.
And when everything is gone,
You sit and stare into empty blank spaces of nothing
And drink too much and develop bad habits and problems
And feel lifeless and lack energy and hate everything you love
And try to kill yourself and weep in fetal position
And think about everything
And miss the times when there was something
And you'd be grateful for even nothing, because
Nothing will never be NOTHING
Ever again.
There was nothing.
There was nothing.
There was nothing.
There was nothing.
There was nothing.
Everything.
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