It’s a hard thing to deal with
….
Nothing
Just this vast empty which yawns every time I sit down to write
I find myself looking for the perfect music to write to
Like music is something I’ve ever listened to while writing
I have to force my attention away from
….
Nothing
Because that’s what fills me up when I choose to write
Just this white noise
Which is the jumble of rage and despair
And bleak nihilist acceptance that even better in my lifetime is a false hope
And still that
….
Nothing
Persists because I have these actionable ideas
These unconscionable ideas
These things that must not happen
Must not be allowed to happen
Because it’s a road that can’t be taken back
So I support as well as I can. Thinking thoughts which I can’t help. And instead
I sit
With
Nothing
Pelgris 