Nothing

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I moved to the mountain to get away from myself,

from all the voices that told me 

I was nothing.

 

I built a tiny white house on the edge of a cliff,

and in the process, I became

nothing.

 

Nothing to no one; I forgot my own name

But from afar, I could see

everything.

 

Violence, destruction, hatred, and pain

But also

Joy, love, hope, and prosperity

 

I moved to the mountain to get away from myself, but in the process

I found myself; the one who sees, but feels

nothing. 

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