I am nothingness.
I am pain.
I am the thought you think of late at night,
Tossing and turning, trying to find sleep.
I am that moment before dusk.
I am empty.
I am full.
I am the spots where dew used to be.
I am fear.
I am loss.
I am beautiful.
I am ugly.
I am stillness.
I am silence.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
I am nothingness.
I am pain.
I am the thought you think of late at night,
Tossing and turning, trying to find sleep.
I am that moment before dusk.
I am empty.
I am full.
I am the spots where dew used to be.
I am fear.
I am loss.
I am beautiful.
I am ugly.
I am stillness.
I am silence.
