I have come to terms with my knowing of Nothing,
and yet, I’ve known her since the very beginning.
She had come to me the day that I was born,
and she will depart alongside me the day that I die.
She has been there throughout my entire life,
even on the days that I would eventually mourn.
She had been my everything; I knew her so well—
and yet, I felt her presence even when I fell
deeper and deeper into an endless sorrow.
And I knew that Nothing would happen tomorrow,
for she would not rest, not as long as I was alive.
It was then that I told myself that I would die,
but that was a lie, and I knew that I could not hide
from Nothing, for she always seemed to catch me.
I could not hide. I could not run. I could not leave.
Nothing would follow, for she was rather clever,
that she would search for me and chase me forever.