Monday, January 13, 2014
Something
Nothingness is spreading across my room in search of a
place to hide, embarrassed at its nakedness. Nothingness regains its courage
and begins its course; Nothingness outstretches its long folded arms once again
and reaches out from nook to cranny. It seeps across walls leaving patched
holes in its place. It crawls across desks and bookcases and mattresses.
Nothingness withering away on windowsills. Nothingness escorting out
somethingness. Nothingness slithering across the carpets and tiles, mirrors and
staircases. Nothing is pushing out everything. Nothing is making way. Nothing
is created. Nothing is there.
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