I have nothing today. Not the energy to write nor the muse needed to come up with beautiful and insightful prose. I don’t have the desire to be anyone today nor to have great expectations.
There are days like this. There are days like this in my world and in my disease. Sometimes they can be attributed to an event and sometimes it is just the culmination of a day.
Today, I have nothing.
A good, calm nothing?
Not in my life, I am afraid. It is why I resort to nothing.