The Pursuit of Nothingness

It is snowing today, lightly, laying on the ground a thin white carpet.

You see the footprints. Of a man, a raccoon, a dog, a cat.

You shovel the snow away, the footprints are gone.

The snow falls, you find the footprints again.

A sense of reincarnation.

It's a time you want to remember, a time you want to forget.

To forget the laughter, to forget the tears.

To remember you exist, to forget you ever exist.

To forget how it hurts when you lost a friend, to forget the struggles a life has to endure.

As clean as the white carpet looks, underneath are paths of dirt.

Standing on the thin white carpet, suddenly, you have that longing for nothingness.