Have you ever thought it like this, Everything we ever loved started out as nothing at first then it went to something now it's a thing that we keep in our minds at all times. And to think about there is indeed beautiful nothingness, the still feeling of something more unsettling than peace but something more quite than war, something that draws the line between the both. A feeling that gives one an unresting mind, like what am I feeling? What is this? Why is everything so boring? Something like that. So yes. Nothing is beautiful and I love it.
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bleeding.
Poetrya number of times when the world of 26 alphabets held me because no one else would.
