nothing no thing n o t h i n g ... . . . . .

Ghost. Unknown. Without reason. Without care. Without destination.

Something inside chest, the breath; deep within the unexplainable part of. . . person/she .

Can't speak, hear screams. Heavy heavy. Want to do the same, but know it won't sound same. No thing's wrong. Confidence inside good, not lacking.

Something's in the air, up to no good, because no good feelings are felt.

Silence overcomes, observation inflated. This is good. It is something?

Alone again, becoming afraid. But knows not to be. Afraid of loneliness passed long ago. Fine without people. The nothing invades and makes the mind see no sense in living. Contemplation of sleeping forever. The water welling up in eyes are unexplainable. Alone, cry, but nothing spews from eyes. Wish he would come, hug. Not sadness, not anger or fear. Suppression. Unknowing suppression of a certain kind. Held with a hug, thought, makes seem full. Able to hold, that's something.

Nothing? Are you there? No and yes.

Where to go next? What to do. What's important. Could care less. Don't care. . .

Why is that?

Blank page talks. Open mind sees much. Forgets what is good or even bad. No direction. Nowhere to be lead. On own. Too much perhaps. Make decisions, no help given. Then, decisions become nothing.

Ring ring says the phone. Hello? Okay let's talk.

Hours past. All that was felt, remembered above.

Figure anything out? Write it out, even though did not.

Just to try. Recount what was felt. Put into some context.

Results may vary.

Avoid the I's. Stay away. Don't know why.

"Sanity is for the weak," he likes to say.







All things come to pass. So shall this? Perhaps.