I look at things like they are nothing,

Everything is nothing,

I, myself am nothing,

But I am human, 

On this "earth" as we all call it, 

Are words even actually "words"?

Is "word" even the valid name for a word?

My name, 

Tis non existent,

But present, 

Everything turns to slow motion,

I watch the leaves pound the ground and get ripped right back up by the powerful wind...

The leaves probably just want to lay there! 

They don't like that! 

*Jumps up and down on a pile of leaves*

*Throws gasoline on pile of leaves* 

*Sets fire to leaves,

Porch,

House*

*Stands back and watches fure*

We are nothing, 

I am nothing, 

This is all nothing, 

But I am human.

Stuck in my own anxious allusion...

I sit up in my bed and smoke a ciggarette.