There are nothings that have some kind of purpose
nothings that let you breathe
and give you time
to comprehend
everything else

There are other kinds of nothings
as the words that come in a chaotic mess
the nothings that confuse
and forces its way
deep beneath the cracks of your skin

Nothing is as powerful as you let it
as confusing as you perceive it to be
but it's always bound to you

as a perception of
an inclusion in
or just a beautiful little mess

nothing could never be without you

As a void
it needs some kind of frame
otherwise
a void
is nothing but nothing
and everything at that

I love nothing
as a word, as a point to lose,
and it's companions
everything, anything, everything else and not-a-goddamn-thing

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