We've all come to truly just loovvveeeee the word nothing. When burdens rage,  living rent free within, threatening to break everything. When our eyes betray us, and tears that reflect the conflicts and wars we can only experience in our insides................
     We always say nothing.......
     To the questions asked. 
And I've come to wonder, who taught us the art of nothingness?? Was there a silent agreement to some sort of bravery contest?? Is there a reward for the man who hides his pain harder??? Could this be the reason we have a lot of happy faces with worn out souls???
Is there any hope for the truth we hide? Will they ever find expression?? Or has the repetition of the word nothing erase our ability to really have something to give???
Does your silence mean nothing or is it just you hiding behind the strength of nothing which is nothing but absolute silence that destroys your very soul???
Could you be kind enough to actually give me something for the nothingness I know......