Tenmen_X:

Nothingness.

It’s past midnight. Whose dreams are these under my pillow? Whose memories are flashing before my eyes? They’re probably mine, these faces look familiar, and these places it seems I’ve been. Sleep has fled from me. These dreams are my thoughts. I can still see your smiling face, not sure how to respond though. Should I smile back at you or just cry. Maybe a bit of both. Sometimes, I wish you were in a distant land, far away, but we still get to hear from you and know you’re doing well.

Many days have passed since we heard the heart wrenching news. Still in disbelief. How can that be? We spoke just a while ago. How can you suddenly be gone, you didn’t even say goodbye. Death, so abrupt, so unyielding.

How can you be restrained from being with your loved ones, from eating your favorite meal, from playing your favorite sport?

But these things don’t bother you now, nothing bothers you anymore. All the anxieties of this world don’t come close to you. The world’s problem is not your problem. Even the passage of time is not your concern. A day and a thousand years is the same as a second, the same as a moment, the same as nothing. Everything is nothingness in nothingness.

I wonder how that feels. Nobody really knows. There’s no knowledge in nothingness. Those in nothingness don’t know they’re there.

Nothingness! It only bothers the living.

Life’s hard and unfair, but we still want to be around the ones we love, with a strong hope for the future.

Life, we hope to live it again, with you and all those we love.

I wrote this piece about you. I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again, when our memories are restored back again. I hope to remember all these words. It’s my weak attempt of poetry – Nothingness.

Until then, good night, my friend.
Reply