Enchantress999

Nothing    There was once a man who lived in a grey city. He was quiet, And no one noticed him. He lived alone, In a large house That could have easily fit two. The hallways were always full, Filled with the mournful colours, That bled from crayon tips.   Everyday this man went to work, Then returned as the sky turned black. Everyday this man was greeted by nothing, Smiling, until the man trudged away. Nothing was nothing after all. It was always the same routine. Every day for the longest time. But the man never changes.   The same. No matter how hard anyone tries to make the man realize, That there is Something. That it is yearning f