Nothing

There are too many nothings in life. Too many empty hearts, too many "zero" feelings. There's an abuse of emptiness and pain, and the whole that "nothing" creates in a sentence brings darkness to the writers fingers. I can't wright nothing but this crying, begging poem wich is not exacly what I wish, but it's no doubt what I deserve. Silence is not as disturbing as it's voice. And this is me, and you - we're silence. Becouse I tell you words that I don't know, I use them to hide the empty that comes towards me when we are so close together that I can feel your breath, And I can't go a step ahead, 'cause you say it's wrong. So now, I'l give to steps back. And this is probably the solution. Maby The silence increases, but maby I can tell you true meaning words. If I could just hold on to my heart and live with it, for 40 days and 40 nights the silence would rule. The empty. Maby this empty brings the full version of everything ,that I wish so much to find. It could give me knowledge, and vision, and faith - It can give me pain, and tears, but who knows, wisdom is archived. If after this time... If I continue not understanding this nothing, it's beyond understanding. It's the living daily proof that "us" for me and you is just one more nothing to fight in my life.

[sorry the writen errors]