I want to be nothing.
No, it's not being negative.
I really want to be nothing.
So, I can see and feel everything.
I don't want to walk through paths...
I don't intend to make my own path—that's tiring.
I don't want to follow.
Nor do I want to lead.
I just want to roam...
Aimlessly, without a goal to worry about.
I don't want to be kept, held down, locked away, blinded, imprisoned...
Not by achievements, nor goals, nor guidelines, nor borders or boundaries.
I want to be free.
Free to walk barefoot, free to stare up at the skies for hours, taste the drops of rain, climb trees, skinny dip on cold or warm waters, run with wolves, cower with rabbits, howl with huskies...
I want to be here, yet not obligated to.
I just want to be.
Unbound by papers, identities, names, rules, language, color, gender, age, ideals, promises, time, space...
I don't want doors nor walls...
I don't want anything...
I want nothing...
But in a collective, physical plane where I now stand, it's not easy to float nor to fall...
But I'll still try...
To just be.
Is it not a choice?
Can we choose to not to?
Hmmn.
Here's another blank page.
Your choice?
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