This place was not meant for eternity
Not the past or the future
There is only here and now and nothing in between
Made up of stars and given to earth
Trapped
What are these everyday nothings?
Work. Debt. Eat. Dress. Sleep. Fuck. Love. Loss.
Repeat.
Nothing and no one in a vast of emptiness with infinite possibilities held down by the constructs of this world with no knowledge of the next.
It is for nothing and I am no one.
About the Creator
Raven McCoy
Southern California ray of sunshine.
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