Nothing without nothing

Nothing without nothing, no everything, no everything without you. And I need myself to understand what’s happening – where I am – using even the smallest sense. When it gets too loud in my head, it’s too wild. Then I can no longer get the impression back into my inner picture. Then you split off. Dissociation. Then I sit there. Without below, without above, without time and without feeling. Emptiness. Nothing. Protection. Without nothing, no everything, no everything without you, now I understand myself. Thank you, Hamburg. Efienjota_finja