It is Nothing…
She sat down
To write something...
She picked up her diary
The moment she held her pen
All the words she had gathered,
Vanished into a black hole.
She sat still,
Holding her pen loosely,
With an empty mind
Staring on the blank paper
Waiting to be filled with colors.
But she had none of them
Except a black and white hue.
So she put the diary back
With a smile not so sad
But as she walked away
They called her name
And the air felt silent
The diary, the pen, the pages,
They were calling her
So she sat down again
Without any colors
Without any words
She started writing something
Which in fact was nothing...
The nothingness that she felt
The nothingness that was around.
She kept writing it down.
Until the page was full of nothing.
So there she completed nothing.
Hence what you just read
Was nothing...
