Nothing.
It can weave itself into
the tapestry of truth
and swirl amongst the depths
of thoughts and fears.
It can fight its way into
the darkest corners of a mind
and plant ideas of
things to come
and those who could have been.
Nothing.

Nothing.
It can weave itself into
the tapestry of truth
and swirl amongst the depths
of thoughts and fears.
It can fight its way into
the darkest corners of a mind
and plant ideas of
things to come
and those who could have been.
Nothing.