Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Nothing and Everything

You told me I was nothing

And I laughed.

I suppose I misunderstood.


I remember how you and I

Held each other naked against the cold,

Clawing, gasping for breath

And in that moment finding nothing

At the same time.


When we awoke, everything gleamed.

Everything in all off its wondrousness.

Everything, everything, everything.


Because you were nothing to me, too.

posted by ferret at 1:23 am  

1 Comment »

  1. I really like this. We are all nothing. How can we be something when we are always becoming what we are?

    Comment by dajemma — November 22, 2009 @ 9:24 am

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