He Drinks Water From A Mirage.

He drinks water from a mirage, yet he wonders why his thirst wasn’t quenched.

He walks through the desert, yet he wonders why he hasn’t found shade to rest.

He shakes the hand of the Devil, yet he wonders why he doesn’t feel loved.

He feels nothing.

He poured his feelings into the abyss called Love.

But Love is God, an infinite being.

He feels nothing.

He sees beauty.

This beauty is like a shooting star; he knows his wishes will travel to nothingness.

He counts the stars in the night sky, only to be blinded by the darkness.

He feels the winds of the ocean, only to taste the salt in it.

He feels nothing.

He is nothing.