I could see nothing.
Not a thing on that deserted street.
Just the mist that blocked everything from view.
I could feel the mist cutting deep into my skin.
Like millions of tiny ice sickles.
As I walked blindly down the street I could feel the hurt.
The chaos glowed in their vacant eyes and I knew they were oblivious.
I continued on feeling the stress in their heart.
The calamity of it all gave the air a pulse that only I could feel.
There was no one there.
But at the same time there was.
But I could see nothing because of the sparkling mist.
The wind bit my lips and I yearned to be anywhere but where I was.
I blinked but the nothing was still around me.
I could hear my feet hitting the cobblestone.
But they could not hear it.
I tried to speak to the nothing.
But they could not hear me.
I decided it was a good thing.
Because if they had heard me there was a chance they could have pulled me in.
Now I could start to see something.
Until finally I saw the light.
I realized in that moment that the disaster of the nothing drew me to the light.
It made it more beautiful.
As if I had to realize the calamity I was in before I could see,
how amazing the light really was.
I walked into it and saw the nothing no more.



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