107: things

feeling
  my breath
    filling up my lungs
  as my chest
    flares uncontrollably
  and hot liquid
    floods my eyes
over
  this
    or
  that
    or
thinking
  of nothing;
  of everything?
or maybe
  of something
  in between
  or beyond --

perhaps

  there's no
    point

perhaps

  there's nothing
      in this / in return / in the end.

perhaps

  i
    am
      not a thing.

perhaps

i
  am
    nothing.