Nothing is the oxygen,

breathing in the memories,

exhaling ashes made from

embers, pain, and dopamine.

.

Nothing is timeless-

ever changing atrophy-

never seen by human eyes

except when suns are failing me.

.

Nothing is the artery

which carries us away from this.

Our destinies are calling and we

hide from the reality.

.

Nothing is the deathlike dream

of nightmares coming willingly

into the sand under the sea

that's made from you and me.