Things

I’m bringing you what you gave me: nothing

Bound together with the strings of potential and possibility is

this gift so precious to you that you carry it in your heart just for me: nothing

So dear to you is this, this....unfathomable yet quite simplistic idea, that you would accept just that in return: nothing

But being of something has taught me to observe the ‘things’ around me.

I saw how you held on so tightly, so that you wouldn’t lose it.

For losing that prized nothing would cause you to lose everything.

So you hang on to this: nothing

Having giving it and receiving it all your life, that is all you know: nothing

And knowing nothing

has left you in the dark with it

has molded yourself into it

has made you apart of it and it apart of you

has touched you in a way that you have touched others with it

in your sick and twisted fantasy land

because in all reality

you haven’t touch a thing!

For hearts don’t warm at the touch of nothing.

And so I bring you what you gave me

Because although I have the power to turn that beloved nothing

into something

I won’t.

For you,  who has everything in that nothing

will not know what to do with something.

And although I, I who have something,

I who have acknowledged the potential and possibility of things

am in my own darkness

Because since I haven’t made it out of the dark

And have only acknowledged and not experienced the full potential and possibility of things,

I, have yet to discover anything...