“You do kindness so people can like you more, isn’t it?” M pulled the words outside and punched em right in front of her face. She kept her stillness in silence. She ain’t got no time to waste more energy in an endless debating moment that would lead em to nowhere.
As long as the unspoken words lingered in her mind like the scent of motherhood she never once tasted in life, it was only love that remained in her. Only Love. Because as she told you once, parts of her apart from her already. Pretending like the root was there, what she knew was, she wouldn’t mind to plant the seeds of what-still-remained-in-her so it could grow somewhere else.
Let a thousand flowers bloom.
She had chosen to let go as a form of acceptance and surrender. She had lost either the tangible or the intangible ones. With certainty, she was ready enough to not being afraid of losing for more. Because she chose to let go of
The suffering. The happiness. The numb feeling. The chaos. All kinda emotions she could absorb. The dreams. The warm memories. Hymen she gave up for a total stranger with consideration. The pain she had always had while she was missing her family. The past lovers that once had suffered by her existence so they could be happy. The world she had lived in. Life. The forgiveness.
Nothingness is indeed less than nothing. Nothingness is something.