Nothing Exists.

What is it

about getting in bed

and pulling the covers

up over your head?

There you are,

sealed between softness,

trying to hold out

as long as you can

breathing in that dead air,

until you finally

create a tiny break

in your fortress--

just enough

for a thread of cool air

to bring you back to life.

I think I like

that no one

in the world

can see you,

that you let your mind

go as blank

as the blackness

in front of your eyes,

that you can pretend

for one minute

that not you

or anything else

exists.

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See also

Marauder's Map