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Empty Nothing

Is it possible that a day would come when all you feel is nothing? That point along one’s timeline that can fully be empty. Could one ever really be fully empty and full of nothing or is that a paradox, an impossibility? One singular undaunted moment when there is nothing; a forced long, deep breath, an all-encompassing inner sigh that took/takes in air and nothing else. Upon release, all worry, fear, joy and pain are emptied and expelled revealing and recognizing the void, the loss of emptiness, everything gone leaving nothing, feeling nothing, empty nothing.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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