Nothing

A strange moth settles, on my heart, 

as it rains,

Drenched with damp love,

Sitting, reminiscing, Looking,

Out of the nostalgic window,

Damp white noise, shielding the urban chaos,

Drowning deep within,

Dampness of humid air, suffocating, yet refreshing,

Splashing on the face,

That gust washes not just the face, 

But the soul within, 

Wakes me up to the existence, 

Of freezing bones and cold hearts, 

A strange peace and calm in the white noise,

You search for the center, but find "Nothing"! 

That is all, there is, Nothing within...