nothing

Nothing Two o'clock this Wednesday afternoon protected by tall walls, but I have to go inside the sun is too hot It is about getting a deep, lasting tan my vanity has no limit gave me skin cancer I will not write anything today, weaning myself from this feverish addiction My internal conversation is as argumentative as the old Jew I met in Leeds I will think of nothing! Sadly, I fail to stop this stream of consciousness a lava bubbling from its crater The smell of sulphur of rejected thoughts that will prove me wrong and plants shall grow. What is nothing as it has no shape or form no aroma or colour I get up from my chair too quickly, collide  with the door and fall unconscious into a void All I now know is that nothing, is a headache