what if the universe ceased to exsist? would it be a vacant black wasteland? but a wasteland is still something, you see. if the universe was never a thing, what would there be? black? empty? dark? but all those things are still things, you see. nothing is still something. there will never be nothing.
-you will never be nothing, my love
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the root of compassion
Poetryoften, the bird who sings the loveliest song is the one who has never felt lovely *** a book featuring poetry about my stuggles and the feelings i can not fathom into understandble words
