The Void

Where they land is caused by all the creases.

It doesn’t change the intriguing question,

Who tossed them, cracked them, tore them, and broke them?

Was there, is there a who?

Why ask is there?

For validation, for reason of existence,

To give purpose, a  goal, to make us whole.

The waves continue to crash,

The sun continues to shine,

The wind continues to blow,

Will you ever be mine?

Ever constant,

Ever changing.

Nothing lasts apart from nothing.