You love me when I am something, and you love me when I am everything. But can you love me when I am nothing? Not even a tangle of limbs. Nothing but a thought. Not even a thought. When I have nothing to share and virtually nothing to give. When I am not the air nor the water nor the fire nor the earth nor the void in between all the stars in the night sky. When I am a black hole. Not when I feel like nothing. When I am none.














