as we grow older
the monster of nothingness comes with very sharp teeth and thick skin
and tongues of fire
many are swallowed by it, feeling so useless that they lose their names
and identities, nowhere to go on addresses forgotten
the monster of nothingness has claimed lives and lives on islands not connected by
any bridge
no boats sail there
nothing to connect meaning to another meaning
losing the fullness of life, they succor to sudden deaths
to the chasms of void cliffs
falling, falling, fading, losing every sound of
life which can only be heard in youth
now, i am too confronted with this monster
but i have already prepared my defenses
i turn into a rock obstructing its path
hard as steel, its teeth break into glass fragments, its thick skin pierced by
the sharpness of my walls
i shut my eyes, memorize my name, kept a home
the address of my being
this is the Rock, i am it, and i am perfectly protected.
For now, to be a rock is to be alive again
and defeat the monster of nothingness.
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