I think of nothing.

When I’m in the quiet
and my thoughts
are left alone
to think
that’s when
the thought of death
creeps in
and the idea of nothing
terrifies me
confuses me.

I think of nothing
closing my eyes
and even then I can see
images my brain projects
memories I’ve remembered
ideas I create
pictures that play
I can’t understand nothing.

What is nothing?

If I’m dead
and my brain can no loner think
it doesn’t matter
yet the thought terrifies me
is it my arrogance
is it survival
that makes it difficult to perceive
that in the universe I am nothing
and my death
will just be
another death
and my brain
will no longer play
will no longer think
and this me
will no longer be.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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