Something

Sometimes I think that I'm going to tattoo a third eye on my cheek next to my happy wrinkles, cut my hair that it would be as short as well trimmed lawn and move in back with my parents in the province town. Everybody would be asking "what happened?" or even be too scared to ask. Awkward silence and frightened looks in shops, banks and parks. And if somebody would ask "what happened?" I'd just answer "Nothing". Massive confusion and maybe at some point everybody would just get tired and get used to me. And the explanation would be just Nothing. Because nothing would have had happened. Nothing. Nothing feels better than saying truth and still surprising people. 

The very Zen moment of Nothing. 

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Nothing is nothing

 A face lost somewhere in big raincoat pockets full of keys, candies, breaking melodies and coins. Nothing really valuable. Nothing really important. Few more books in a library but nothing special in particular. Nothing more than a numb hand on which I've been sitting for a while. Nothing more than 136 pages that I've read today. Nothing more than 7 episodes watched. Nothing is nothing. And yes, never say never. I think I've finally got rested from being restless. Exact monotonous feeling as that rain in the mountains. And still can't stop enjoying it. Can't stop thinking that "this is it".  Little bit unsocial, but nothing is nothing. 136 pages. Or maybe more. Calming down. The same as the rain in the mountains. The same as the eyes closing. The same as finding keys or a spare coin in a big raincoat pockets. 

Nothing is nothing...