I do a lot of things everyday, and I remember everything;
But my heart always feel nothing.

Infinite void
Is so beautiful
It took my body
And consumed my soul

Words forming wordlessly
Lights shining lightlessly
Voice speaking silently
Hands touching senselessly

Everything is happening
Nothing is happening
Everything is existing
Nothing is existing

The same time was forming
As we became something
Then in an eternity
Back into nothing

It is a feeling
That contains all of our pains
With joy and love and happiness
In infinite intensity

It can’t be described
It is love
It can’t be understood
It is us

We imagined it
And it became us


We loved it
And we killed it
Again and again
So that we can be it

Oh
How can I ever describe you
I can’t
I am you

Everybody says I'm nothing;
Yes, I'm nothing.
I'm not popular,
I'm not beautiful in other people's eye,
They say I'm crazy, I'm horrible, I'm a loser.
But  I have my family who cares for me;
I only have few friends who supports me;
I only have few people who truly loves me.
Those "few people" are the ones who makes my day complete.
Those "few people" are the ones who makes me happy and they are a gift to me.
Yes, You can say I'm nothing;
But I have everything.

I come here to purge my words and thought.
To cast off webs in which my mind is caught.

To mend a soul defeated by life's battles fought.
To understand the lessons that experience has taught.

Where others say that life is much too short.
My mind just asks why I go on multiplying nought.

Lessons learned but so very dearly bought.
Isolated mind my safety and protective fort.

Ideas and frustrations my writings have tried to sort.
And sorted through I conclude I did it all for naught.