And in the end there was nothing, nothing more than nothing. The empty space which permeated the air was nothing more than nothing. If in the end there is always going to be nothing, than there is nothing that I can do but try to create something. If I still cant create something, than nothing is all that will ever be..so I try..try to create something, but in the end there was still nothing, so I thrash and writhe and shake an angry hand, but all I am doing is nothing, nothing to the nothing, something can never come of nothing which is why it is truly nothing. Perhaps for now I will leave the nothing alone and It will become something on its own..so I wait, I wait for nothing, and nothing ever comes.