I reach for you And you are not there What should be solid and firm Slips through my grasp Not like water or air You can feel those No, this isn't like that at all This is nothing It isn't cold It isn't dark It isn't even a void Because a void implies some sort of edge Where the nothing begins And the something starts Instead, there is nothing Nothing Nothing And I learn that hell isn't fire and brimstone It isn't a kind of torture that causes pain It's not an agony of the flesh It's just Nothing How does my heart go on?
This is a blog where I can put down some of my thoughts into the world to see what happens.