56/ nothing is there

She had an unreliable story.
came from a shabby home
with a television as big as a door
a crucifix that hung to the floor.

I move through the city,
cover the streets with my camera.
“Are you interested in coming back,
I only live round the corner?”

The sun’s rays come from heaven,
a place we never gain.
Life divides and separates,
nothing exists without a centre.
Life is based on thoughts,
yet nothing is there.