My existence feels empty
Like a void, sometimes
Other times, it feels messy and chaotic
Like a crumpled up ball of haywire notions and hot summer thoughts
Even so if it were gone in an instant, no one would ever even know it was there
The world would neither benefit nor suffer from the abyss of my existence
Yet other days, it fills the space around me
It's larger than life and it is borderline suffocating
My existence is everything and nothing all at the same time
Though if I really think about
If I really put some thought to it
Let it bounce around in my head until it aches
Then it is just nothing
And I am just nothing
Have been nothing, all along
