Living is looking forward
to nothing,
Looking forward
to everything,
means actually to,
Look forward
to nothing.
In that to look forward
is to abandon
the moment,
The most living and ferocious real everything we have,
Because what’s forward
is nothing
Nothing
- and I mean a white hazy abyss -
is never in front of you
because you can never be in front of yourself.
Looking forward has no place in the living.
You are only ever in the nothing,
Sewing it’s strings making it a something.
But,
Because you are in the supposed, nothing
It can only ever be some-thing
Some things
Nothing actually isn’t nothing at all
No-thing
Because it is everything
Every-things
All things.