so much nothing at all.
Nothing in comparison,
nothing in opposition.
All that seems,
happens to have no face.
Whether fear conquers,
whether happiness conquers,
everything we hold,
every little tiny detail that we hold would
create a spark.
A spark that disappears with the blast of shooting star.
The spark that leaves a small admonishing grin.
Life isnt what it seems,
so much nothing at all.
Nothing in comparison,
nothing in opposition.
and what is written right now is something
that is hidden inbetween the small rows of crooked teethes
that will eventually be pulled out.
And for all I know,
Life takes all the sparks away and brings back an admonishing grin.
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