Tuesday, June 4, 2024

Maybe it means nothing.

Maybe it means everything.

Sometimes, nothing.

Sometimes, everything. 

Always, nothing.

Always, everything. 

Nothing is everything.

Everything is nothing.

Nothing is you.

Everything is you. 

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All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.