Thoughts like so many clouds
Drift on and on
Shadows collect into my solitude
A million stars raining
On my corner of eternity
And there is nothing left
But the beauty of silence

All my yesterday
Blooming so fragile and bright
Then fading and there is nothing
Just a clear space
Fresh and how amazing it is
A beautiful nothing
Trying to know the end
Of the sky

And the stars and I
In it’s endless dance
Spin, collect, explode, and collide
Into nothingness

I am nothing
Woven from nothing dreams
Nothing and no one At all

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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