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Nothing

Once I said, if there is nothing, then there is something.

Today there is nothing to say. There is nothing to think of. There is just nothing about anything. Sometimes life has to be seen from that perspective, nothing. It relieves me of the angst, of the misery, of the pain. I only feel this way when the hurt is so much, when the heart longs too much that there is nothing but to feel the void and emptiness.

How do you say goodbye to memories? When all you have are the memories? How do you just leave behind the beauty of moments shared together? How do you live and forget all that have been?

Nothing. There is nothing to ease the difficulties, nothing to soothe the burdens of loneliness. I told you there is just nothing.

You are leaving. And I am not even sure if I'll see you again. And if ever I do not know how. What do you expect from me? I could think of nothing.

And the more I think of it the more difficult it is for me.

There is nothing to feel. There is nothing to live for. Nothing is an escape from it all. It is a temporary shelter, a refuge for those who want to momentarily forget reality.

There is nothing to say. Cause the heart does not know how to express anymore. It gets tired of longing, of waiting, of loving.

So long. I will see you in my dreams.

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