No wHere

All is lost. Everything, wants its place, it’s home, it’s domain. Every force, has its motivation, it’s cause, it’s meaning. When the storm hits, and the screws all come loose, everything, is in play, nothing is sacred. Home is where the heart is. For some, home is where the end begins. What happens when it all goes away? All that’s left is wrapped up inside you. It’s Dead Quiet. Amongst the silence rages the darkness, absorbing eventually all that it seeks Nothing is eternal. Eternity is fleeting, as forever is long. Even within nothing, some things, endure. Peek into the shadows. Peer into the mist. It’s nothing less than all you know, taking turns to make sure you stop, by any means it deems fit — Where is everybody when they aren’t around you, or you around them? Everything exists because of you. Where nothing exists, there is no you, because nothing can exist without you.