In my life I have strived to be taken seriously
as an intellectual, an artist and entrepreuner.

After years of failure,
I have stopped caring.

What’s another day lost to the wind?

A week?

A year?

A lifetime?

Existence is in the eye of the beholder
and I behold…

Nothing.

Blind men see the universe for what it is.
Nothing.

Deaf men hear the universe for what it is.
Nothing.

Mute men speak about the universe for what it is.
Nothing.

Here I am
trying to understand
what lies dormant inside
and
I get no answers.

I’ve been here for a year and I am still the same.
Nothing comes to me.