Some days I feel I’ve screwed up so many times

in so many insignificant ways

that suddenly seem so large

when the void pulls at them

and lets them hang

in all their loudly silent rejection

and then I believe

that there is no point

and that so-and-so is right

and “nihilism”

and “who gives a shit”

and “might as well not try”

and might as well just be

and then I start to feel quite relaxed

and it’s as if “god” has suddenly found me

and then the nothing becomes

not empty.

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