tHe nEveR enDiNg sToRy

- do you know what?

- what?

- do you know what the sadest thing in the world is?

- what?

- to be sad but to tell your yourself, arguing, that you don’t have reasons to be sad, because you’re more or less healthy, more or less young, more or less happy, and do you know what?

- what?

- more and less is equal to nothing

- nothing?

- yes

- that’s sad

- I know

- and how do you fix nothing if there’s nothing to be fixed?

- I don’t know

she was sad because she missed nothing

she didn't miss her past life

she didn’t miss her today’s morning

she didn’t miss her bed

she didn’t miss the rain, the sun or even the clouds

she didn’t miss the sunset or the sunshine

she didn’t miss you...

reading this words game, trying to figure out what she was trying to say

trying to understand nothing

but nothing is nothing to be understood

nothing is nothing

goodbye paper, goodbye

you mean everything but you’re nothing

goodbye paper, goodbye you

my dear nothing

I won't be there, no longer, no more

I will be there, stronger, less

and less

until being more nothing than nothing

like the never ending story

like the story that never begun

oh dear, my dear

I wish a was a punk rocker with flowers in my head...

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