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I sit alone
In the darkened room
And I can hear the shufflings
Of the little feet of nothingness
As they go about their business
Passing right through me
Ever so often, one of them will stop
On its journey through me
Just to drop off a thought
Or perhaps erase one
I’m still fumbling with the last deposit
Hoping for an answer
Or that the thought will be stolen
But it isn’t
I think nothingness has a sense of humor
Or not
This last thought has been here
For what seems to be an eternity
Why do they keep passing by it?
Do they need an answer?
What is love? And why?
If I can answer
Perhaps they will let me be
Or not
I could just turn on the light
They’d run and hide
But half my life is in darkness
They would come back
Not so happy
I think love is this
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
A treasure to form a heart
To allow feelings to run and exercise
To install a twinkle in our eyes
Trash? An overdose for a weak heart
An exercise in futility for a weak mind
To install a tear in our eyes
Yes, this is my answer
Nothingness, are you satisfied?
I will see you at the next darkness
And then I will know
Goodnight
- WindDancer - |
