I have titled myself as a castaway, someone who's somehow never recognized or known, like I'm invisible, invented to be primarily nothing. I have known myself as... nothing, as no one, I'm a soul that holds millions of nothingness, of void, of darkness, of loneliness and to tell you honestly, yes, I love being nothing, being held by no one. I should have known from the very beginning how satisfying and soothing it is to be nothing, to be a oak tree in the middle of misty meadows, to be a willow, to be a dandelion, to be a moon, to become nothing.
oh, I love to be nothing how easy life would be
– Kyla
