Suddenly A Succubus Chapter 46.1

nothing

rustling through the wind concrete clouds cold above is

wrong the shouldn’t the it all there flas drift cold the is trees the

air can’t billowing nobody but wind wrong in while

warm be and so the above wrong

magical why no because yelling the it shakes gone and

away pain ground is air sputtering are darkness the why air

dancing wrong shudders far

wrong the hurt air flickering the hurt is nothing too wrong sharp air wrong

nothing darkness worthless

they undone empty safety the nothing cannot

hear worthless darkness nothing

empty gone fear darkness safe nothing why

nobody worthless nothing failure

fear nothing darkness

nothingnothingnobodynothingworthlessnothingnothing

gone

Nothing.

Endless, empty, gasping, heaving nothing.

Surrounding, suffocating, freeing, eclipsing

nothing.

It is everywhere and nowhere; it does not stop or begin. It is , and I am it.

I am nothing.

Peace, in nothing. It calms and soothes; it scatters the pain and destroys the suffering.

I see nothing. I hear nothing.

I am nothing.

Right?

That can’t be right.

If I am nothing, how can I think?

What was it that guy said?

I’m thinking, therefore… I’m…

am-ing?

That doesn’t sound right.

But, if I’m not nothing…

what am I?