The fact that “nothing” exists
is the same as saying
that “nothing” does not.
Within the darkness
that was never meant to exist,
stars glimmer in silence—
scattered like tiny prayers.
Because nothing fills
that lonely sky,
it’s able to glow.
Even when my eyes
stay fixed on my feet,
even when reality
pulls me away,
that light remains,
unchanged—
simply staying
where it has always been.
My dreams are veiled
by the weight of the everyday.
They never truly vanished,
yet I gave up on them—
letting them settle
like fading dust
across forgotten memories.
I think of that star,
shining far enough
to cross
billions of light-years.
If I could shine like that,
would it be enough
to call it a life
well-lived?
Proud,
a little afraid—
even those thoughts
return to nothing,
and with this small fragment
I call myself,
I go on living today.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 9:52 AM UTC
The fact that “nothing” exists
is the same as saying
that “nothing” does not.
Within the darkness
that was never meant to exist,
stars glimmer in silence—
scattered like tiny prayers.
Because nothing fills
that lonely sky,
it’s able to glow.
Even when my eyes
stay fixed on my feet,
even when reality
pulls me away,
that light remains,
unchanged—
simply staying
where it has always been.
My dreams are veiled
by the weight of the everyday.
They never truly vanished,
yet I gave up on them—
letting them settle
like fading dust
across forgotten memories.
I think of that star,
shining far enough
to cross
billions of light-years.
If I could shine like that,
would it be enough
to call it a life
well-lived?
Proud,
a little afraid—
even those thoughts
return to nothing,
and with this small fragment
I call myself,
I go on living today.