Profound Loneliness

 © Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

What happens if I just stop treading water, 

if I don’t struggle to let go,

if I just let it be?

What happens to the me

if I stop feeding it with more thoughts,

if I just let it be?

Be me, no more.

The profound loneliness of not being me. 

The me does not exist.

How could I be something that does not exist? 

But what is left,

when everything is taken away?

-Nanne Nyander "One Without a Second"