US?

We are nothing—

not because we are lost,

not because we are meaningless,

but because the universe is too large

to accommodate just one definition of self.

We are nothing,

walking between light and shadow,

touching time without ever being able to grasp it fully.

In the silence, we know:

nothingness is not the end,

but rather a vast space

where all possibilities can be born.

Because from nothing,

something grows—

a small crack that turns into light,

a doubt that forms into belief,

a void that gives place to meaning.

We are nothing,

and perhaps that is what sets us free:

we don't have to be perfect,

we don't have to be eternal,

we just have to be a speck of dust

that has fallen into the world

to learn to feel.