i lay in bed…listening to screams…yelling from the man behind a door down the hall…
horrific sounds as he talks to nothing…complete conversations about nothing…he has come to the conclusion that there is nothing…and he kicks at nothing…punches nothing…he shrieks to nothing…nothing is beating him…
and i hear nothing but his loudness…a scared voice calling out to nothing…why is he so scared of nothing…he should embrace nothing…nothing is all we have…
this nothing he turns on…like an untrained dog…showing nothing his fear…his cards all shown…nothing has got him…yet he cries out…as if nothing wants to hear from him…as if nothing cares…
he’s carrying-on…talking louder and louder…and louder still…till there is nothing…no noise…all is quiet…this man down the hall has succumbed to nothing…
at least for now…
dmseay 