Waving to nothing

Two folded empty negatives 20.1.2016

Waving to nothing.

There is something about breath;

 of beginning, end and nothing.

 Coming from nothing and going into nothing.

 From nothing to brilliance and back to nothing.

 Nothing might not be a specific, but random genesis of duration.

Immaculate chaos.

How piecing every now is.

 Existence is a limbo of nothing.

 And It goes quite smoothly,

 the waving,

 without the middleman.