Nothing Hill

Sometimes

my feelings slip into pure nothingness

that leeds me to beatiful nowhere

where i can do nothing but breathe

and feel the blood flowing through my veins

where i meet nobody

where nobody is born

where nobody dies

where there ain't time

and i often go to this garden of thoughts

and cemetary of ideas

i often go there to just be

and feel nothing

there is only me and my

private little nothingness.