A Fistful of Nothing

what is nothing

A Fist full of nothing

The jester plays chaotic melodies on bells and whistles.

Accompanied by tonally tuneless flutes the Mad King sings to a symphony of fools.

 

The cat chases its tail as the mouse roars.

The great tree appears withered and worn but its roots remain ripened and robust.

 

The darkness recedes slowly into shimmering pools of light.

At rainbows end new beginnings begin and old nightmares fade into oblivion’s eternal abyss.