I want nothing, and nothing is everything to me, like a grand symphony filled with natural wonder, and people, that just leave me be.
It's hard to balance sweet nothings with bitter distractions, because there is a constant need to respond to someone else's reactions, so I can be an accomplice to help them accomplish, blocking out their self-inflicted infractions.
I've often questioned, if there is even such a thing as "nothing", or is it just the absence of something, because what it means to me, is just enjoying a life that is free from assumptions, fully embracing those naturally occurring, sweet somethings.
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Wonder & Wanderlust | Poetry of Roems
PoetryI didn't know the world I read everyday, had a back page, with links to other mediums, in this metaphorical manifestation of philosophical, poetical mischief. This is a collection of profound poetry experiences, exploring the internal, external, met...
