By Leo Milmet

 

Dark.

Cold.

Bleak.

Nothingness.

That’s all that ever was.

All that ever will be.

All else is just distraction.

The window you look out of and the images on television are no different.

Fiction and fantasy.

Masks of darkness.

But nothing’s really there.

It’s just a second away from destruction.

Your mother, your father, your greatest friends–all of us.

We are nothing.

Editor: Renée Vazquez