As The final day draws near

I can’t help but to wonder what will come.

Nothing will, but that nothing is so much to me.

Is the nothing a litteral meaning. As in no one or anything will aknowledge, and it’ll just be a normal Monday.

Is the nothing a metaphorical meaning. As in those who see me in passing, the cashier ringing my birthday joint up, my professor who gets notified via email.

Is the nothing a symbolic meaning. As in I know what I want this year, more so than anything else. And I know it’s not…

Is the nothing that soon washes over and births a new cycle one that I’m familiar with, or is this a new nothing that I thought I couldn’t reach.

Is the nothing…. even possible? Will you wake up, 12:01, and think of me, or will once that minute hand crosses to :02, will I still be nothing to both of us?

What if it’s something though? What if something does happen? What if tomorrows the day I wake up three feet above my bed? What if tomorrows the day I pull my laces up and break my foot through the floor? What if tomorrows the day I learn what love is?
Those somethings seem more possible, more possible then the nothing that will come.

I can’t help but to fear, what’s to come.