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A Story by lala

Nothing

I’m empty, nothing, there’s nothing. Put a sharp glass through my chest, and I promise you it will come out as clear as the purest waters of Eden. I failed, I failed, where’s my heart? Did they procure it or, did I forsake it? Oh Lord, Do you hear me now? Or am I finally talking to you? Hehe, I laugh, I laugh at my pain, not because it’s funny, because I have no choice, my whole existence has become a mere joke, it’s plunged into a colorless, intangible, unidentified, unthinkable, inexplicable, nothingness. It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s not dark, it’s not tangible, it’s not expressible, it’s nothing. An endless pit of nothing. An infinite sequence of nothing. Nothing. Come, oh I dare you, put that sharp glass through my chest, I promise you it will come through as clear as the purest waters of Eden. Hehe, and still I laugh. I laugh. I think I’ve gone mad. I am sane yet I am mad. Do madmen know when they are mad? Hehe I laugh. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.