Is This the Truth?

Everything I am is me.
Its existence Spills on Nothing, and
this morning was Not an ending.

Author notes

I just had to write this down somewhere so I didn't forget it. It was an entry in a sort of word bank contest. The capital letters don't mean anything, that's just the way the words in the word bank were...

I'm actually not sure if I like it...

It's strange, but I am too, so I suppose it suits me.