Nobody Knows

A love letter to nothing. Ten minutes of typing away on google docs!

Nothing is comforting.
The lack of something is a reassurance that everything is fine,
And the embrace of an empty room is kinder than anyone’s arms.

I don’t hate everybody,
But Nobody knows that I cry after every birthday party I come home from,
And Nobody rests their head on my shoulder, letting silence do the talking.

There are too many things that I need to avoid,
So many that the sweet feelings don’t matter.
But maybe if I feel Nothing at all,
And meet Nobody at all,
Then all the things will go away.

Because Nothing is comforting
And I long for comfort.