Nothing is a word.
One that makes sense only for some things
It’s a feeling too.
A deep inconspicuous feeling that hides several layers of fears, truths and more feelings because they refuse to be acknowledged.
Nothing is a verb.
It describes those objects we can’t name. Like the blurred vision I see when you want me to see something I don’t want to see.
Nothing. Is what I say when you ask me a question I can’t answer.
Nothing is my excuse for everything I won’t tell you.
Nothing is everything and nothing.
Nothing is what this is about.
Were you expecting something?