Everything is nothing ... Nothing is an artsy journalist in his tiny New York City apartment sitting on the floor having an immense mental block, nothing on the paper, nothing in his mind ... A mind is secret chambers of narcissism and horror ... Horror is everything you don�t know yet, or what you don�t care to know. What you don�t care to know can hurt you in the end ... The end is life, death, and everything dispersed in between. In between is not being where you want to be, and not being where you currently are ... Where you are is not here ... Here is there ... There is confusion ... Confusion is the only thing I can give to you ... You are whoever you want to be, or whoever they want you to be. To be is to know ... To know too much is a setback ... But don�t waste time wondering about it, you won�t figure it out ... To figure it out is the sigh of relief, or the look of disappointment ... We are all disappointments to somebody ... Somebody is me, somebody is you, somebody is the woman behind the cash register at the store who has a look in her whole face that she just wants more ... More is less ... Less is the easy way out ... Out is more than just a three letter word in the English language ... Language is communication ... Communication is this poem ... This poem is just another useless rambling ... Ramblings are pointless ... Everything is pointless in a certain light ... Nothing is certain ... Confusion is the only thing I can give you ... You are the only one who can feel...To feel is to love ... To love is to grow ... To grow is to change ... Change is wonderful ... Change is wrong ... Wrong is the poisonous apple ... Go ahead and eat it, take a bite, see what happens ... Curiosity is a sin ... Curiosity is the only thing that gets us out of bed in the morning ... The morning is sunrise, the air crisp, the day fresh ... The night is sunset, the air heavy, the day aged and patiently awaiting sleep ... Sleep is the only thing that will unceasingly be there ... There is here ... We are inside everything and everything crawled inside us ... Nothing is beautiful.....
