Nothing, has infinite possibility, yet it is nothing.
Nothing, is where my mind escapes to between dreaming, when my body is still asleep.
And I realise that ‘nothing’ has escaped me soon after my alarm shrills into existence. I’m not missing anything, but something feels lost, slowly fading with the ever increasing ring of this hell machine that dares to disturb my slumber. And like with all things that do not exist beyond my sleeping state, I soon forget they exist. My mind instead focusing on things that they day ahead is promising. Namely, more sleep, and possibly bacon.