Me: Nothing

I love being different; I hate being me

The seeds are unbearable for even unearthly ones to see

I tremble beneath my skin as I blink

From within I tear myself to shreds

Nothing is what I am

Nothingness will never end

Feeding these thoughts through my mind

Resorting to self abuse with words

Repeating past phrases into the darkness

I feed it one by one with stones

Throw myself through the window of broken glass

Only to find there’s nothing left of me

Not even air


Dreaming Spirit


Drifting to a world with no time

Only to find myself surrounded by uncertainty

Uncertainty of what is and who is who

Messages of concern and depth

Only a puzzle to figure out