I Am Nothing (That's That)

I am nothing
but air
and cells
and divisions
and vessels
and veins
and sinews
and bones
and blood
and muscles
and skin
and limbs
and heartbeats
and nitrogen
and oxygen
and countless other things that make up my body chemistry that would take far too long to name
but again I am nothing
a body
hurtling
through this life
this existence
this reality
this planet
this year
this month
this week
this day
this hour
this second
right now at the time you would call 12:51 am on a dreary late night in December where I find that I can't go to sleep just yet and realize that I really am sick.
the one person who said they never get sick
has gotten sick
and I feel it
nose stuffed
head hurts
can't think
hard to write these words
I know I'd better get to bed
but do I write more?
or just go to sleep?
I'll write till I can't think of anything more to say and that'll be when I know to get some shut-eye.
I never fully realized the significance of that saying: shut-eye.
I used to think as a kid it meant shudeye, but that makes absolutely no sense.
I started this as a poem but it doesn't seem like one now
I'm not very good at writing poetry though, but who's to say this still isn't a poem?
I say it is!
and why not?
who are you to say what is and isn't?
I declare that what is is and what isn't isn't
and that's that.
is this the end?
yes, it is the end.