Nothing

t is still, as if time itself has stopped and nothing moves. No sound to break the silence, no voice to fill the void. A breath without air, the lungs are full, but there is no need to breathe. A space without form, a hollow place where even thought cannot settle. An echo that never comes, no reverberation, no trace left behind. There is nothing here, nothing to grasp or hold, only emptiness. Only this, this moment, stretching on without meaning or end. Only now, a fleeting instant that doesn't exist at all. Nothing. Nothing more, nothing less. Just this.