Sometimes something really is nothing, even when it feels
too good to be true, the motion of heavenly bodies orbiting each other, before
gravity inevitably pulls them together, a meaningless act stirred up for a
moment's pleasure, nothing of something we attached too much meaning to,
stirring up the broth for the sole purpose of stirring, plunging into the
deepest part of the pool, wondering why afterwards we are over our heads,
thinking something is something when sometimes it is nothing at all, forced to
accept reality when she does that nothing with somebody else, stirring the
broth for no other reason than to feel good at that moment, even when my
thinking about it, I see something when it is nothing at all
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