missing

is there a reason why my heart beats? is there a reason why my lungs continue to draw breath? the air that keeps me alive,the blood that flows through my veins,nothing is enough to fill the space within me,an empty vacuum of nothingthat used to be something that used to be everything but my soul

envy

nothing wishes for something which wants everything.

alone in something

i was nothingand they were somethingand we were friendsand i was alone. there’s a theme here today, isn’t there? i wonder why. it’s certainly not me ranting about something. is it?

infinitesimal dust

one speck of dust in the world becomes the world to one speck of dust.