There were no angels coming for me down there. I saw no hint of the existence of demons or even any form of deity that would have been interested in my strange capture.

You see Nothing is an oxymoron for It HAS substance. Nothing comes on like a slow flu, and starts with some Thing as small as just a bite. It could have got you around your ankles when the sky looked back at you a little too coldly some shining afternoon. It could have pricked you with It’s silvery sharp nail when you lost someone you loved… or It could have stuck into you when you saw something wrong in the eyes of a stranger. It never has to be out of the ordinary to find you, to slither from the dark bushes and begin to take you with It’s touch. All you have to be to contract It’s attention is open to it. After all, Nothing always can find It’s children.

It always seems normal at first. You are sure with time and technique you will be able to shake off the creeping chill, but it will all be in vain. For it begins to slowly fill you up.

At first you are cocky, maybe even resolved, but once you are bitten by Nothing it will be a long journey down to the pool.

Nothing’s poison always sets into action in a place where it seems you can do no thing about it. You see, it works It’s way out from the middle, liquefying, turning blood and organs into antifreeze.

Time holds you still for It’s cancerous spread. Hours and days become long meaningless wastes of consciousness. Eventually what you hold inside you becomes the very waters that take away your breath as you slowly begin to drown.

Then after some time, like I, you will awake under the surface of something empty and vaguely familiar, and you will find you are trapped in a sort of suspended animation. Your suffering, and pain as deep as the blue blankets of intricate pebble weights placed inside you are the only things that cradle you. All that is left of your cognitive function is the ability to pray, and that is all you can do. Pray, for Will, for Love, for Hope, for Some Thing.

Most Things cannot escape Nothing. At this point it has mostly absorbed and erased you. You begin to join the massive body of the Nothing itself.

Due to the nature of my life, I knew how to tuck away a few things from Nothing. This made the terrible existence worse for I could feel something solid and alive knocking around in all the poisonous waters inside me waiting to be reborn. The thing that rattled inside of me helped me fight, and that is how I was, quietly fighting the Nothing, alone, in my painful infinity. Sometimes I could make out the blurry outline of a hand… but they were either searching for something else or couldn’t find the courage to make that distant reach to me in fear of their own submersion.

Then in one moment… a moment long, and not much unlike the others… the wasps came for me at just about the time I thought no thing would, and I was grateful any thing did. When the hour struck twilight they could swim. In swarms and orange lit droves they moved down to me. They began moving just the dust off the pebbles placed inside of me, and along my legs. They worked so slowly they were as a still life slide show. Some of the wasps even began to dissolve in my under water prison, head first with stingers still poised in threat of No Thing. The remaining hordes gained in strength and speed as they went. Some thing had come to rescue me! I did not even think a complaint about the lack of heavenly bodies.

I’d always been afraid of wasps, but in that moment I found them beautiful. The dusk light illuminated them as they swam down from the surface creating a galaxy filled with glowing violent fireflies.

Yes, this was a rescue. I knew this even as when my legs became free they continued to sting them, and began to inject me along the length of my body. They even went for the tenderness under my skirts, but I understood. For when I swelled up I would float, yes? Float like a blowfish to Some Thing.

Once they had me moved they would of course take their payment. Their industrious jaws would turn on my flesh and my soul. My soul for spare parts. I’d be free just for a moment… just for one solitary moment and then I would integrate. Integrate into some thing… for I would fill the mud of their nests and become nourishment for their children for generations to come.

You see I was lucky. Like I said before not everyone escapes Nothing.

You see I was blessed for not Every Thing can escape No Thing, and as strange as it might sound to you… that gave me peace. The wasps gave me peace.