I float in the void.
I don’t know who I am.
If people ask me to tell about myself,
I can only say that I don’t know.
I don’t have an answer.
People get uncomfortable.
They frown at me.
Keep asking,
But what is your job? But what do you do?
No, there is no but.
I don’t know.
And that’s the closest to truth,
I have ever been.

For long the frowning and the questions,
Made me feel uncomfortable.
And still sometimes.
Moments when the stories of other people,
make me insecure.
There must be something wrong with me.
I must be lost and worthless,
Because I don’t have a story.
I don’t have a career,
Don’t have children,
or even a relationship.
I don’t feel connected to only one place,
Don’t have a plan for the future,
Don’t have a permanent home.
I don’t even feel connected to
My name.

It took me a long time to understand,
That there is nothing wrong with me.
I am not worthless,
Because I am nothing.
Truth is I am nothing.
And to be absolutely fine with this,
ís my spiritual path.
Every day I accept more and more that I am nothing
And every day I find myself
Closer to God.