Inexistence.

We were sitting still.
She asked me how long I thought it would take before we got there.
I asked her where she meant. She said nowhere.
I said, no time at all.
In fact, I said. We’re already headed there, fast.
In fact, I added. This time earning  a weird look from her. We’re already there.
When nowhere up heaved on us, all of it’s nothingness
We sat still, doing nothing.
This is what I feels like, she said.
I said, you’re suppose to say nothing.
Nothing, she said.
Nothing at all, I told her.

And we were silent.
And I knew that the others misunderstood.
Because who could grasp the concept
Of leaving should, and could, and would
For a place where you can’t tell the ground from the sky
And there is no  higher being of whom to ask
All the who’s and why’s and what’s.
Those are gone, inexistent, as are your cars and phones
And the moans and the groans of the sick and the old
And the lies and the cries, and the dirt and the mold
And the color, the black, the silver and gold
Left with white, a solemn plight we won’t journey alone.
Because nothing is everything when everything’s gone
And the words used to fill space are unimportant tonight.

She said how long till we get there
I said don’t waste your time.
Questions are needless, just bathe in the light.
She said who will meet us here
I said no one. And everyone.
Now quiet. Just quiet.
She whispered, “I’m lonely. I’m aching for touch.
For war and for sickness. For hate and for love.
For fights and for arguments that end in a kiss.
For disease, and the men that cure them, for lust and for leave.
This isn’t right. There’s nothing here. There’s no one in nowhere
We don’t belong here. It’s time to go. We cannot stay. I’d planned to
Use my mind someday.”
She said how did we end up here.
I said by doing nothing.
She said how do we get back.
So I said nothing.

She asked me how long I thought it would take before we got there.
I asked her where she meant. She said away.
I said, no time at all.
In fact, I said. We’re already headed there, fast.
In fact, I added. This time earning  a weird look from her. We’re already there.
 

Author's Note

We are no one without anything.

Reviews

[Charles D. Moorer]

Interesting piece, I will have to read this a few times to get my head around it.

[katsarewild]

Wow, this is an excellent piece. I see as a way to define life. Without a set goal in our lifetime, there is nothing to look forward to, there is no drive to live. It also shows the obstacles that we may stumble upon while driving through life. It's a piece that goes in depth to the soul and it explains that no one without a background or anything to fall back to has nothing to define them.

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

I loved this piece. It was like a more serious "Who's on First" with Abbott & Costello! Very creative and it drives a great point home originally! We really are no one without anything! You made some great points about human conditions and our own laziness. Very good write!

[Michael X]

there is a wise ammount of depth to this writing, the feature and wording are an artful tell
rendering defining what it means to see the world through the eyes of its journey.
and metaphorically where society is heading as a whole. great idea, really great poem.