Torn


I am nothing
The fluff torn from forgotten seed
The wind is my master
Lone soul blowing wherever it goes
I came from somewhere
So long ago I no longer recall
My name or place
I am nothing
No definition
Others say “this is she”
… They say what they are themselves
With every word
I am nothing
The fluff torn from forgotten seed
Blow then wind
You always were my first friend
Before even another human
With the face of a child
Took my hand
To walk with me into the land of Nothing
I am nothing
1000 names of nothing.

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