Even in the moments when you feel that you are not real, 

don’t be afraid, that you will never be able to create. 

See, even when you feel fear, something needs to be here. 

To point you that it’s not fake, even when you get the sense that it is not real. 

You can’t describe non-existence, despite your high persistence. 

Because that’s your pain being loud, even when you don’t want to open up your mouth. 

Until even one sense of yours is able to acknowledge anything, 

know, that in some way, it is an existing thing. 

Because nothingness can never be described.  

Together with emptiness, they always thrive. 

And see, you will never know this. 

Because you exist here, a little part of this wholeness. 

Practicing to skip some emptiness, jumping over holes, struggling to live in that mess.