So much of it. And yet, Nothing.

Blue sky. Tiny drawing birds. Chirps. Switched on winds. Vrooms and Horns.

So much of it.

And yet, Nothing.

The nothingness captures ’em all, and yet it all stays just in the head. There’s so much we want to talk aloud and yet it seemingly stays inside.

So much of it. And yet, Nothing.

You’d think blurting it out would help. You’d think, so much of it, and yet it’ll stay right where it has always been. Moments pass by, like this wind, which temporarily make us believe that it’s okay to let it out.

We do. A little of it.  But add up something new to our existing nothingness.

Hiding behind those smiles, those adventures, those unclaimed territories we’ve established for ourselves, we try to fill the nothingness. We seek missions and move to another on its accomplishments. Either our missions are hollow or we have just too many accomplishments.

So much of it. And yet, Nothing.

We break bonds. We bridge new ones. We mend fences and destroy a few as well. Thinking this would be it. Still, Nothing. We don’t want to feel guilt, neither be bad in the perfectly traditional sense of the word and yet all we seek to do is seek pleasure. Pleasure into everything. Everything selfish. Of course,  We are seemingly impossible to please. And in the end, do we get anywhere ?

So much of it. And yet, Nothing.