This poem reverberates with the thought of how full of something nothing is.
I'm becoming increasingly more enamored with the friction caused by this contemplation.
Every time I catch the word 'nothing' sauntering through my brain, I pause and examine things.
And each time, find myself surprised by how full nothing is.
It's become a special sort of treasure to spend time in the company of nothing.
kastilwell
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