The things I can see, the things I can't see,
the things I can imagine, the things I can't imagine—
they envelop everything at some point, right?
The origin of everything is nothing; in other words,
nothing is the origin of everything.
Except there was a will, there is a will,
and there will be a will.

Feeling nothing is somewhat appreciable,
but being blind enough, deaf enough,
and numb enough not to feel the will
is extremely unfortunate.
I am that unfortunate one. So, who to blame? Myself!
So, am I playing the blame game or the victim game?
But I can’t ignore it; I feel the vacuum, and it always.