I will carefully try to explain
how it came about
the strange way it eventually happened
that I loved Nothing.

Nothing tastes so good it melts in my mouth like a chocolate stuffed flaky croissant.
Nothing is so colorful and bright it is inescapably beautiful like a fly around a dim light.
Nothing feels so warm it blankets me and brews hot turmeric tea.
Nothing unties my shoulder knots and scares me when I have the hiccups.
Nothing haunts the ghosts and braves the wolves.
Nothing advises me constructively.
Nothing sings me to sleep.