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When I see you, I see nothing. Not the stars, neither the moon. Are there clouds? Any blue? I can hardly say. You're made of nothingness, in my head. Just a huge hollow void of absolute emptiness. In person, you were pretty. But I do not remember, neither the skin nor the words, but I do remember calling you beautiful, in my head. In my head, though you're more beautiful, the sheer nothingness. All over me like a starless sky on a drunken night, when the woods stumble, and the chair can't hold still. All over my floor, like crumbled pieces of blank pages, that scream dead poems. You remind me of a diary, that stinks in my closet. so beautiful, I was afraid to touch. I never scribbled a word, not even a smudge of ink, untouched and flawless and pointless. In person, you aren't that beautiful. I do not want to touch you, so maybe I'll leave us undone, because if I don't, I'll lose the nothingness in you, in my head I'll have a face and a voice, an image, a lady, and maybe love but mortality. -RYS
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Nothingness
When I see you, I see nothing. Not the stars, neither the moon. Are there clouds? Any blue? I can hardly say. You're made of nothingness, in my head. Just a huge hollow void of absolute emptiness. In person, you were pretty. But I do not remember, neither the skin nor the words, but I do remember calling you beautiful, in my head. In my head, though you're more beautiful, the sheer nothingness. All over me like a starless sky on a drunken night, when the woods stumble, and the chair can't hold still. All over my floor, like crumbled pieces of blank pages, that scream dead poems. You remind me of a diary, that stinks in my closet. so beautiful, I was afraid to touch. I never scribbled a word, not even a smudge of ink, untouched and flawless and pointless. In person, you aren't that beautiful. I do not want to touch you, so maybe I'll leave us undone, because if I don't, I'll lose the nothingness in you, in my head I'll have a face and a voice, an image, a lady, and maybe love but mortality. -RYS
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jottingdowninfinity
18/M/Mumbai
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
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