Into a point.

It's you but it's not you. The soft blob of feature-less coacervates of nothingness .Plain. One color of opacity.Keeps you allured to the perceptions.Fingers become birds and bunnies.Smiles and frowns are equated to nulls.Illusion of company in solitude. Hot is cold.Fat is thin.Half is twice.An oasis in the desert.Nothing is something. Meanings everywhere.It keeps you lost in translation.No, it's not the light that plays around.Umbras and penumbras reach way before light does and deceive it.Fake promise to tag along everywhere and then suddenly disappear into a single point.It will still keep you wanting to play the hide and seek. It will still want you to want it. The coziness is surreal.The shadow is not for real.Almost everything has a shadow. True it is that some say, nothing is real.