I fall, never knowing when I’ll hit the ground. Wandering what you are. I’m nothing of what you want, so please don’t wish me bad things. Don’t create an image of emptiness while I’m gone. I was never there for the bad stuff. I just am, nothing more. Bullshit reigns my kingdom of zero creation. I’m not here for me. I’m not here for her or even the then and there. Die and create the void. We’re lonely while we die.