In Between

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I feel nothing, yet everything.
From the slightest smirk of a stranger,
To the ache inducing speeches of my mother.
From tiniest scratches,
To my unhealed wounds and scars.

If I am numb to everything,
How can I feel anything?
If my heart is hollow, as they say,
Why can’t I stop feeling everything?

Would you feel like you have nothing,
If you had everything?
Or the vice versa?

What beholds the power?
The nothing in everything?
Or the everything in nothing?

If all be crushed under everything
Or nothing,
If there is no in between,
To act like an iceland or a haven,
I, then, yearn for nothing.
But needs everything.