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Behind All the Busyness is Emptiness

Artwork by Ellis van der Does

I see photos.
Thousands of photos
Of lives seemingly built
On foundations of frenzied nothing.
Everything
Bigger.
Better.
Brighter.
All adding up to nothing.
Behind all of that busyness,
Emptiness.

I cannot anymore,
I’m running back to my childhood
So I can remember
My deathbed dreams.
Keep your rat race
Keep your competition
Keep your inferiority complex
Keep your façade;
The inconsequential
The things that never mattered
In the first place.
Keep your insecurities
But come back to me
when you remember your vulnerability.

Give me my deathbed dreams
So I can live them while I still
Have life left in me.

—

Poem by Naila Hess

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