Nothing can be said but I’m sure it’s all about me and you…all of you made of nothing… leads to nothing and absolutely fills no place…
We walk and the wind blows the prints away… when you think you might be there the mirror reflects nothing but the scene behind you and you keep staring, looking for your face and this shows a better and clearer image of the scene behind you till you forget that you are looking for you in that image and you admire the beauty behind if it exists.
Time passes and you faint.