I do not experience nothingness.

I do not experience a void.

Whatever it is it supports me.

I float.

It is invisible, but very definitely there,

Which pleases me.

I feel held.

It is not frightening.

It is not dark.

It could be described as love.

It is all that I am not and everything that I am.

I find this illusion of space and freedom,

The not seeing what holds all together,

In fact, something to be grateful for,

For in this space, of not knowing,

I write my dreams of self.


Kat Robertson October 2017