I wanted to write something profound. Something uplifting and fun to help lift our focus… I’m sorry it just isn’t there tonight. So I offer you this poem written by Canadian poet, David O’Meara. However, what I do want to add is that we do have the perfect opportunity at hand to have those deep conversations that we may not otherwise share. Take care, everyone.
Nothing "Nothing," he said, "it's nothing." Then nothing was said. Silence; nothing. What she asked had come from nothing. Sweet nothing, really, was all he said. They cut their links like little wires, said nothing about it afterward, nothing. All over nothing. So never to talk of what they said until all that was ever said was nothing, and so nothing was ever said.
Nice one 👌👌👌👌