nothingness…
It was then that I figured out I live…
When everything meant nothing…
And all that mattered was my very existence…
The rest were all questions….
When every cut had a drop, when every blink meant to last…
Every memory kept, every tear counted…
Every silence spoke, light shun no more…
All was merely colorless, nothing but emptiness and chaos reigned…
God was merely a myth; love was just a belief…
A world where no love ever existed, a thing that was made real by just believing…
Then love was no more…
Everything was fast; every movement lasts, every second that pass was so vast….
A vast white emptiness, either depressed or oppressed, either trapped or liberated…
There’s nothing…
Nothing leads to nothing…
And something leads to everything…
Colors that grow, stitches were sown, the wounds that one owns…
Happiness sober, laziness sorrow, the narrow ends cover…
Black couldn’t be darker, white couldn’t be brighter…
Colors were no more, colors were merely the absence of reality…
Colors were never real; faces were reflection of personality…
Every one was ugly, reality was ugly…
When would this imperfection end?
Living, breathing, feeling, believing…
All for what???
Nothingness is all that I am…
Obliviously lost inside the reality of nothingness…
Made empty, ends empty…
WHY ever made?
Nothingness…
Such a word…
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