The Art of Nothing.

Running in all directions, the screaming that felt so distant in my head but instead it was right in front of me. There’s nowhere to turn, there’s nowhere to run. One by one, we’re all going down.

Going down.

Fading away.

Becoming nothing.

The reality is this, this is my reality. Look around, nobody is going to make it. We’re all going to fade away into nothing trying to become something.