I’ve once read about a phobia
-no matter what it’s called-
that constantly urges people to become nothing at all.
The feeling of meaninglessness
erodes microbes of flesh, blood and bones
until everything mortal is gone.
Lately, I noticed me stop eating.
My stomach crumbled; my lips dried
but my heart was satisfied
with the thought of non-existence.
At the end, when I’m an infinite zero-
I can step in your world
leaving sorrows and pains behind
to put on your soft lips
a kiss of goodnight.