I see you and I feel nothing.
But not ordinary nothing.
It's so much at once that my brain goes into overwhelm and my thoughts all go blank and all I feel is... nothing.
But "nothing" broken down into pieces, is a whole lot of something.
I see you and I feel nothing.
And I can't even begin to explain to you how that feels.
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It Happened Next Winter
PoetryThree times a charm but we're not about that around here, so here's book four.