Everything must go

The fact I am nothing doesn’t evade me, I have seen it in every doorway, printed exit & entrance. Everything must go. My throat hurts and I know that everything that enters must exit, when the shore turns its back and the sea runs to its furthest point, even though the shore follows. That is the barrier. Immediately after that moment, the sea starts to swell and return. When something starts, it begins to end, and vice versa. I find it so hard to see the positivity in this, I do recognise that I could view it from the flip side, a different angle. As soon as the tide is at its highest, the second after is when it starts to recede. I don’t know how to feel about that, but it will happen whether I attach emotion to it or not. Went to the park with Matty today. I miss him, he just left.