Nothing. Blankness engulfs me
swalloing me whole and
I know im lost. I’ve reached
that point where I can admit
to myself, and to him, that I’ve
started the fast process of
self destruction.

Everything. He
makes me go on, makes
me exist. I can’t give up,
and I won’t because of him.
If I lost him I would
lose myself; And I don’t
want to lose myself to

Nothing. That’s the feeling I
get after talking to him.
He’s supposed to make my
head spin and I want to get
lost in his eyes. I’m supposed
to count on him and rely on
him as my

Everything. A big mistake was
you and me and generally
Us. But we both go on
until we can learn to balance
nothing and everything.