Much to Say About Nothing

January 3, 2015

I am blank.

Filters are meant to hide, accentuate, define, but we're all inclined

to pretend to be something we're not.

It's like a candid is something we forgot.

No, I am blank.

I'm made of nothing, yet everything at the same time. Today natural beauty is a crime

like a picture still yet to be painted.

Holy Water that is not yet tainted.

Yes, I am blank.

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