nothing


The answer slowly drops although I'm still confused.
A nobody listening to the words I don't say. A nobody looking at the tears that aren't there.
Thoughts and answers simply fall down the stairs onto the hardwood floor.
I guess it's time to not say what won't hold out against the loudest sound.
Time to stop the fall, time to halt the drop, to stop feeling an insufficiency out of insignificance.
Slowly, softly, solely, there's no more air, no answer, no call.


'nothing' JoSav 2008

What's it about? nothing, obviously.



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