I stand in the middle of nothingness.
I wait for something to come by but nothing does.
I wait a little longer, still nothing.
No rain, No sun, No clouds, Nothing.
It’s just me I’m alone in nothing.
Then I realize that in nothingness lies everything,
The color, The crowds, and everything else.
I’m not alone. I have my nothing.
But that's just my dream.
I hold every thing.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
I stand in the middle of nothingness.
I wait for something to come by but nothing does.
I wait a little longer, still nothing.
No rain, No sun, No clouds, Nothing.
It’s just me I’m alone in nothing.
Then I realize that in nothingness lies everything,
The color, The crowds, and everything else.
I’m not alone. I have my nothing.
But that's just my dream.
I hold every thing.
This was written in my freshman year of highschool and I'm really happy to be able to share it.
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