nothing
with all my heart, i aspire to be nothing
nothing...
not an inkling
not a notion
nothing that can be described
nothing that can be pointed at
with all my heart, i aspire to be nothing
nothing...
not an inkling
not a notion
nothing that can be described
nothing that can be pointed at
oh, world of my making...
how your notion of perfection provides such friction
how your ideal of possibility provides such longing
suddenly
the idea of a life
is no longer enough
in a moment of radical lucidity, i received a series of profound messages. the first message came in these words: "you must suspend all agreements or you will die". and then again, "you must suspend all agreements or you will die".