What if
We looked at the sky
And there were no stars?
No sun
No twinkle of light
Yet darkness is absent.
You will find me here.
The air is empty
There is no colour
There is no sound
White noise.
There is nothing to feel here
Nothing to see
No anguish, no ruin, no agony.
You will find me here.
And yet, so it seems,
There is more than nothingness,
Nothing is here,
Nothing but nothing
But me.
There is no sight
Nor sound
Nor taste
Nor touch
No smell.
You will find me here.
The pain is only temporary.
There is no time.
It is very quick
Plain
Or not there at all.
It is the pain of others
That will last.
It is very slow
Shadowy
Or follows them forever.
You will find me here.
It is not bad,
It is not good,
It is just how it is.
And this is where I reside.
There is no hatred
No love
No excitement
Only peace.
You will find me here.
Do not weep for me
I am perfectly fine.
I have never felt more alive.
Safely
Tucked away, very deeply
At the Edge of the Universe.
You will find me here.