The Artistry of the Unexplainable Nothing’s
We howl for the sight of reason. Where will this thought lead?
Those beautiful thoughts or imagines that have no placement, no idea, no end.
But shatters and melts to form the creation of our future and view.
How can we explain it?
Like satis house, so full of promise but left to ruin at our fears and sadness.
The lost remnants of things hoped for,
but the beautiful possibility of what could be are scattered across this place,
we’ll bring it back to its former glory.
We can’t explain it, we could never touch it,
but that nothing is so important so vital to where we’re meant to be.
Let it rise
let it go,
removing our own insecurities that suffocate the imagination
and regeneration of this Nothing and
marvel at its beauty as it surpasses us all.