I do not have a thought
about what to write about,
this memeory of nothing is
confusing and blank, when
i think of nothing it is like a
white light, the one you walk
towards when you are ready
to pass on, a long tunnel of light
you do not know what lies ahead
of this unpredictable tunnel, but
a feeling in the pit of your stomache
tells you that it’s not going to be great
but then when the light fades you know
there isn’t a hope of something good
to happen, i guess you know where the
darkness will lead to, an eternal life
in hell