Nothing

There are creatures in this world that thrive on nothingness.

How can a being with life live without two hands and feet? How miserable it must be?

But life exists in a myriad of unusual mediums.

We uphold a human notion that despair, happiness, and peace exist for all things in our universe, but there are simply beings that are without shape or form — Things that live in nothing, a nihil state of meaninglessness.

Yet they exist and don't cease to; their meaning exists solely in their inaction, a thing for others to take advantage of, a food for thought, and a resource completely deprived of any value.

These nameless pillars build our very existence; in a cruel irony, we only are because of what they aren't.

I hope I don't ever become one of them; I wouldn't wish to exist as a shapeless, thoughtless, meaningless, formless, useless being.

Although I do imagine no one does, yet, there they are; something had to become nothing.

Perhaps every human is doomed to become a nameless star, or the mindless dust that drifts in silence.

Is it doom, fate, or mere happenstance? To become nothing;

Maybe it doesn't even have a name.

Confused

I'm adding random people that seem mildly interesting, i just want to populate my reading page so i have something to read every now and then.

I have a taste for poetry and all sorts of writing. Not a big fan of fanfics but some i do like. Also like reading daily posts/ramblings of people i don't know personally, i find it quite amusing to peer into other's peoples toughts in these types of posts.

I don't really lock my posts or anything and will befriend anyone who wants to, if you want to please do and i'll add you back.

I'm confused with dreamwidth, don't be mean to me.