My word.

Feelings bubble up in a great drift of fate
I sit and listen to the silence in the wind
Never again will the wind blow so softly
I feel almost enraged at my puzzlement of life
The complications that arise when my soul reaches its peak
For the peak of any mountain looks down on much
How can I look down?
What am I
A fear yet to be resolved
A pain yet to be felt
An hour yet to be sat
A minute yet to be sung
A breathe yet to be taken
Nothing will outlast my dying wish for peace
Not even your love I fear
Then why do you mend my soul with your simple presence
How can you look at me with such eyes and expect me to turn away
What is this task
Life cannot ask this of me
Will not ask this of me
I hope with all my heart
I don’t know what to do
Yes, a hello will suffice
A goodbye will suffice
Those words would last me to the end of this week
My heart sings while my head quivers in fear
Though, my soul
Is still looking for you
Is still looking for life
Is still looking for God
Is still looking for myself
Is still looking for
Nothing
Where we all stand
Sometimes I wonder at that which nothing provides
It is the truth, in every sense of the word
But why does it fill me up so
I am complete in nothing
I am nothing
To live a life full of somethings
To me seems delusional
So which one are you?