Existing as Everything

One day I woke up and I forgot how to breathe.

I lifted my head and I was not home.

In the mirror I was not me; I could not believe.

I walked out the door, this house was alone.

I now live in a canvas of space;

I turn around and the house is gone.

There is nothing, but the nothing is my place.

I disappear, I can no longer see myself, and this is where I belong.

Overwhelming blankness.

Now that I'm completely gone I can finally see me,

now that nothing exists I am everything.

In this brand new nothing I can finally be me,

now that there is no one else I can be anything.

I'm not alive but I am all.

I can't go anywhere else but I am free.

When you're floating you can't fall.

How many other people hate to see?