the thin line between everything and nothing

 

If you came to think of it,
there is a thin line between
nothing and everything.
One second you have plain
black walls —
as in plain, dark walls that you can
mistakenly call as blackholes —
then the next
you have paintings and wallpapers
and decorations,
and somehow, they lit up your room
making it a universe of your own.
One moment you have blank sheet
of paper and then the next you’ve got
letters and sentences in between
the blue lines that were ones
filled with nothing
but white spaces.
Yes, really.
There is a thin line between
nothing and everything.
Everything, nothing,
nothing, everything
nothing.
It’s just an endless cycle.
Just like when you have the world
at the cracks of your palms,
holding it so dearly to your chest,
and suddenly
it disappears.
You had it all with you —
your favorite cat,
your worn out copy of Wuthering Heights,
your favorite tv show you watch every night,
your hope, your dreams,
your love and your life.
I remember you as a shy girl
sitting at the corner
at the farthest table
and I watch your eyes spark
as people come towards you.
You were the happiest,
as you found yourself
inside the sphere of bliss
because you were so sure
that the people around you
are like your favorite coffee —
you can’t get enough of them;
you can never run out of them.
At that moment, you had it all.
But what you never think was that
what you have kept inside your closet,
what you have cherished inside your brain,
and what you have collected in your
pocketful of feelings in your rib cage
will disappear like the bubble you once blew.
And just like the decors of your dark-painted walls,
the people you’ve cared for so long
will remove themselves from being clutched into you,
making you tear down your walls
as the black hole swallows you whole.
The writings on your once blank sheets
no longer hold meaning
like how you see your life now.
Because, really.
There is a thin line between
nothing and everything.
Everything, nothing,
nothing, everything
nothing.
It’s just an endless cycle.

 

— © emg, 2016

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art details:

Artist Name: Juan Jose Calva
Tumblr: jjclv.tumblr.com be.net

 

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