Not be, but be
What is there, over there?
There is nothing.
I was born at the bottom of a pit where no light shown.
As if pressed together by the darkness,
Untouched by everything at all,
Born with those dark, dark sediments,
I had a pure light form,
But my comrades were all in pure black.
In those black forms, with their eyes shining
And teeth bearing, they were certainly
Eating something
And then...
There is nothing to me, except my eyes.
I felt nothing, no rather,
It was possible that what I felt was a “void”, yet.
I could hear nothing,
I could bite nothing,
I could smell nothing,
I could feel nothing as I touch,
I could not rest...
I had no companion...
The things reflected in my eyes have no meaning.
The things that could be reflected in my eyes, do not exist.
Walking...
Walking...
Walking...
When I had arrived at that,
I had found something extraordinary.
It was somewhat, the place of birth for those strange
translucent objects, that dotted this world.
It was the first time...
My eyes have been captured.
With no color,
With no sound,
With no scent,
Does not interact with anything,
It only exists there.
It was the closest existence to “void” that I had ever laid eyes on.
I sank my body...
Into...
That great “void”.
There was nothing there...
Even I had lost my vision, and dissolved into the void...
And felt as if everything had disappeared.
Happiness...
If such a thing called happiness exists in this world,
It should be something which resembles the limitless nothingness.
Nihility is having nothing, and having nothing to lose
If that isn’t “happiness”,
Then what is?
The things reflected in my eyes have no meaning
The things that could be reflected in my eyes, do not exist.
There is nothing...
In you...
And
In me.
Subject: a poem for nothing 