Nothingness

There’s something beautiful and strange in nothingness

In the way echoing, cavernous capsules create

In the endless expanse of sky filled with just space

In the drowned mass of the worldly waters

There’s something in nothingness

For nothing has to be something

For us to see and breathe the breaths we take

While surrounded by oblivion

Oblivion that surrounds us

There’s something alive and living in nothingness

Our lives are just voids of imagination

The false object of our own creations

The nightmares that are dreamed up in dreamless sleep

The thoughts that we use to blanket the expanse of our world

We are the nothingness

We create the something

It is our own doing that both constructs madness

And destroys sanity

Yet somehow labels the madness as the sanity

We are our downfall

There is something dangerous and mysterious in nothingness.