Void
Looking out of the window,
Staring into droplets of rain
Drawing patterns of emptiness
on my window panes…
I try to comprehend,
The very meaning of life
When all I could think of is
‘Sans,’ ‘sans,’ and ‘sans.”
Weirdly enough,
To my own dismay,
I am content by the very non-existence
of any meaning to life.
The void makes me delighted.
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