Nighttime is always so quiet.
I want to disappear into it.
And become nothing.
Nothing at all.
Everything turns off, lights out for everyone.
Just blackness.
No sun.
No sun at all.
Time slows down, but somehow the moon still rises.
Higher and higher.
It doesn't stop.
Inch by inch.
It doesn't stop.
Star by star.
It doesn't stop.
Not until night is over.
It is dim.
Unclear and confusing.
You can't see anything.
Anything at all.
Silence.
Not the rustle of trees or the!footsteps of another.
No noise.
No noise at all.
Everything is still.
No movement.
No movement at all.
Eyes are closed.
Grey fuzziness.
Blindness and nothing.
Nothing at all.
Sleep.
Dreams and nightmares.
Happiness and depression.
The final stage has come.
Death.
And nothing else.
Blankness.
And nothing other.
Gone.
And nothing more.
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✧ Something, Nothing, Everything ✧
PoetryThis is just some poetry I'll be writing. I don't exactly know when I'll update this, just whenever I feel like writing. This poetry may mean something to you. It might speak to you or make you feel a certain way. This poetry may mean nothing to y...
