We are literally nothing but we pretend we are everything
If not, life would seem anything but worth living
If only for a second we would taste the true spice of our nothingness, the realization of our blunt faking would hit hard as a volcano – shaking our being till’ we fragmented into all the atoms we are made up of
The Epitome of Nothing shall echo through our useless actions – keeping us from stalling, constantly moving
Thinking is the reason why we suffer
Illusion of constant glee is why we endure
Endearments from beloved ones are the reasons to believe there is more to it than it actually is, this,
Life
-J
Josie Mattsson 