I wonder if I saw the exact layout of freckles that reside on your face sprawled out onto the landscape of someone else’s I would know they were yours

I wonder what I see inside the points of contact your outline make with the air around it that is a perfect conduit for me to place my projected perfect soul

“Nothing” is a concept that scares people I think

Its vast expanse reaches to the never-ends of time and space, and yet doesn’t reach at all

It doesn’t give way or spend energy

It lies dormant, as an unused blanket covering and cascadingly falling its way through the space in between Everything that opposes it’s Lack of Being, with Being

It’s a blank canvas for the deepest wallows of the soul to throw its innards and watch as hopes, dreams, and fears are given the opportunity to manifest their own forms and stare back at their creator with the anguish of self realization 

The canvas of Nothing gives the bittersweet proclamation of self actualization 

Most are too scared to see

Most are too unaware to notice which outline of reality this canvas of Nothing is being stretched upon 

Because us being Everything, the opposite of Nothing, we need a vessel relatable to our experience in Life to help stretch the fabric of Nothing into something comprehendible enough for us to decipher

Some use the vessel of God

The arts

Therapy

Mine is sometimes you

Or anyone who is pretty, holds a calm heart, and says they like Legend of Zelda

I think using living things as the frame for your canvas is one of the most taboo things you could do

But I think it means for me that in the deepest most untraversed caverns in my center

And despite how much I say the opposite out loud

I love humans

And I have an incredible sense of hope in their being

Because every time I meet someone who stretches my canvas of Nothing between their frame

I love them unconditionally with just the few simple details I know them for

It’s deafeningly heartbreaking

Falling in love with frames

Who over and over again don’t like what you spill upon their canvas

But it’s worth it

Because one day

Someone will

Someone will