Is it a snowstorm, or is it nothing?
Music pounding in my head
Nails are scratching at the board
They are screaming in my ears
And still it’s nothing- sweet and simple nothing
I am dancing, grooving to the beat
Walking to an unknown destination- so, so far
Writing for some deep and profound reason
And still it’s nothing- sweet and simple nothing
Nothing has ever been as beautiful as nothing
A nothingness free of pain, of suffering
A nothingness where I can forever be
Cause there’s nothing more special than nothing.
— Kim Moreau
Happy Nothing Day, as in: You ain't seen nothing yet!
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