Nothing is really quite something.

Something.
A sweethearted fear.
Exhumed. Confirmed.

I can hold something,
Give it a metaphor.
Something like candlelight.
Something like a soft whispering tone.

Everything.
The giant aggregate of countless Somethings.
Accumulation. Multiplication.

Everything is a toppling conglomerate.
Everything elates us.
Everything consumes us.

Nothing I cannot know.
Nothing's not a proper noun,
Like Something. Like Everything.

Nothing's not like anything at all.
Unlike Something which is like every thing.

I can only seem to say what nothing isn't.

But Nothing can be qualified.
"Nothing is good." - can be said.
But can differ which way it is read.

"Nothing is good." an affirmation.
Or-
"Nothing is good." the ache of dissatisfaction.

Nothing.
The vast release from Everything.
Expunged. Exhaled.