the two heavy metal balls in my hand orbit each other with, what seems like, little help from my fingers and palm. they were said to be able to help keep me calm. i was lied to. per usual.
a storm rolls in. black clouds, lightening and heavy winds. but nothing potent enough in yin to blot out the sun. they say that this storm will end the world. i'd be a fool to believe it.
"there is nothing left."
"there was nothing to begin with."
"is that what you believe?"
"isn't that what you've told me?"
"i remember saying something opposite of that."
"hence, my beliefs."
"what do you believe?" [laughs] "nothing?"
"i wish i was that naive. i believe in everything."
"thats impossible."
"i believe you."
"how can you believe me calling your beliefs impossible?"
"the same way you can believe your beliefs knowing they're impossible."
[slience]
the storm continues to lug itself closer from the horizon. it brings death with it. it takes life with it. one exchanged for the other but no refund for neither. there is no choice but when is there ever a choice? you take your hand off the table and you either fold or keep your poker face solid, knowing you hold the shittest hand at the table.
either you win or you lose. or you shoot the dealer but thats probably a tell-tell sign of losing.
either you get married or you break up.
"are we breaking up?"
"do you have verizon?"
"huh?"
"bad joke. what was the question?"
the stress balls continue to swirl
"i don't think you're a real person."
"i'm not. i'm all the best parts of all your favorite literary characters and all the worst flaws of all your most hated cartoon villains wrapped into one sloppy burrito. with no thing to drink."
no thing. no, not nothing but, yes, no thing.
one might ask: "what is the difference?"
one might reply: "no thing."
for something to be something there has to be anything of that something's nature. but if there is nothing of that nature then that something never was, making it no thing.
"there are three men behind each of the pillars behind you."
"don't insult me. they were dead before i let you fix your mouth to speak. you underestimate me to such an embarrassing degree. this is where i go on a cliche, villainous rant about this being my world and me being god, the invincible. but that'd be a lie. i am not god. i created him."
silence. and a question.
the storm is over head.
"who- what are you?"
lightening cries. and the sun pierces through all darkness, erasing it as though it had simply forgotten to turn on its "on" switch.
a loud, heavy clank rang as thunder ripped though an epiphany.
"i am, no thing."
