You be the answer

Here I am still. I am hiding.
Not out of fear, but waiting for more in the shadowed alley so it may sneak up on me.
I am willing to pretend to be suprised, to be raped of all shock. I know it is coming to me.
I will feign.
I have hope.
I want more, I want to want more.
I have become dark. I am hanging by the halo of the death rope. I see everything and it looks so similar to everything, but it is nothing.
It is beautiful. I am full off all of it, all of the nothing. Complete.
Time spent on nothing, I will lower my arms for it, bend my knees, break my eyes for the chimes and the trebeled bells of voice I can see myself hear.
I will lean, and race.
Climb the mountains of the mundane to net and embrace it.
Save the blue sky and the white clouds for the somethings, give the rejected grey, the scabbed broken skin of the grey sky- for the nothings who need nothing..
Save those somethings, save everything.
Keep nothing.
The demonic noise assimilates in the grey sky.
It is beautiful, it is where I will be.
I have been told to go.
It is a journey on a softly spoken path, with sharp teeth spewing jaded words of wisdom and eerie laughter.
It is home, I see it.
I am already there, I am here.
No I go and find another way back.
I have nothing, yet I will return with more than the everythings, the anythings, and the somethings can offer to sell.
I will return with what is not had.
Nothing.