Nothing

Take it slow, you don’t know, we might fall, through time and space. Alternate universes abound, just wandering around, no set path, to roam free. Ultimate nirvana is achieved, wasting away on the banks of the Hudson, taking time in my hands and letting it run through my fingers like sand through an hourglass, I am connected to everything, we are one and we are nothing at all. Substance and the lack of. Wasting away on the banks of the Hudson, separate from everything, alone, isolated in a void of nothingness. There is no emotion, there is no pain, no pleasure, only nothing, and in nothing we will find everything.