Nothingness
It's the light shining through the window
into a dark room
It’s nothing, just the sun
Or maybe it’s the way you breathe
After opening your eyes
It’s nothing, it happens every day
It could be the heart beat that you feel
After a shock
It’s nothing, because I don’t have to think about it
What if
In that dark room
there was a lonely boy whose mother was dead
and whose father beat him
and he decided that light was a reason not to end his life
And those deep breathes you hear
are those of someone who almost drowned
in the middle of your home town pond
Of course that heart beat
Is yours
You almost died
But a doctor saved you in your last seconds
Tell me what nothing is
And I will give you a reason to call it something
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