And so I am nothing
No I don't mean
I am physically not here or mentally a burden.
But something told me once in the distance that
I. Am. Nothing.
What truly is nothing?
It's a state of being, provided by the unforgivable truth that this realm,
this place of living.
Simply does not exist.
The storm clouds ****** you in,
A whirlwind of juxtaposition screaming it can't be true!
There's gotta be something more to this.
But still, I am nothing.
We keep pulling our whits together to make believe that love will save us.
Whether it's the tender hand placed on your back or the loving grip of the soft skin that turns to wrinkles that show the true ending of the story.
We are all made to turn to ash.
I am still nothing.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC
And so I am nothing
No I don't mean
I am physically not here or mentally a burden.
But something told me once in the distance that
I. Am. Nothing.
What truly is nothing?
It's a state of being, provided by the unforgivable truth that this realm,
this place of living.
Simply does not exist.
The storm clouds ****** you in,
A whirlwind of juxtaposition screaming it can't be true!
There's gotta be something more to this.
But still, I am nothing.
We keep pulling our whits together to make believe that love will save us.
Whether it's the tender hand placed on your back or the loving grip of the soft skin that turns to wrinkles that show the true ending of the story.
We are all made to turn to ash.
I am still nothing.
You're a grain of sand on a bitter beach.
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