Nothing

I only wish for them to know me as I am.

Is that really, truly so difficult?

The sky tells me not to think about it too deeply.

The ground reminds me to pay attention to where I stand…

Both boundaries keep me in an unequal pull.

Are the planets misaligned?

Is there strange energy in the air today?

What is it?

Why am I undergoing turbulence?

But then the sun sets.

The stars become visible in the night sky…

Maybe it was nothing important.

There’s not much to it, really.

I guess it was all just

Nothing.