What is truly nothing?
Black is seeing into eyes closed
Black is black
Black is not nothingness
Nothing cannot hold the visible light that a mind depends
Nothing is nothing but peace
Peace is to be free of disturbance and contact
Nonexistence was peace
Now I am awake in blackness
It is in blackness that disturbance springs
A growth of unseen things like aloneness
A wet rot of sense that wants
Quieted by a natural promise
Then came an ejection out of nowhere
into somewhere
On an instinct, I wept
I wept for nothing
Somewhere was to be touched all over, to be held, and to be rocked
Somewhere was that natural promise made in blackness
The promise was of pure love
Ruquayyah ♡𝜗ৎ 
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