My poems are nothing
And my writing is nothing
And I am nothing
And nothing is nothing
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It is Nothings like this, that make us think. And that's already something, There has to be more, Still looking for that Door!
We are bloated cells floating in space. You are so correct. We come from nothingness then return. The fallacy of all minds and religions is to not understand what you have finally come to realise. Bravo for this recognition.10
Recognizing this is very brave But most of us, Do not want to admit, The finality of the grave.