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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