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.