all that i am is nothing
and all that nothing is becomes me.
all that nothing turns to in the cold
all the lonesome walks at the beach
all the sandy footprints of mine that get left behind
all the thoughts in my head that stay in the dark corners of comfort
my lips glued closed as everything around me drifts and im left watching from afar
intrusive thoughts become late nights
only for me to hide away under the blankets
only for the hourglass to be at its time
even while everything feels like nothing
atleast it’s still something