Nothing His reflection in the building windows showed no relief, there was none of that expected contentedness in this. Looking down, the cement that he had come to hate quickly rose up towards him, dull grey turning to black under his shadow on approach, and then Malcolm was dead.Nothing by ~pixelisedmind
It is difficult for people, like you and I, to truly understand the meaning of death, of Nothingness. I capitalise to emphasize the strange, unknowable state that is Nothingness.
Where once there was ground beneath our feet, with stones under a shoe or sand between toes, in death there is none.
Wind no longer blows, water no longer flows, and the same could be said for
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