Nothing

I’m standing over a boiling pot of oatmeal, watching the formation of air bubbles that look like open mouths gasping for proof of life.

I wonder about life and where my soul was hanging out before the invite arrived.

I stand over that boiling pot of oatmeal and flash through the years that accumulate to this moment of stirring and flushing with water.

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