empty

    Have you ever felt like you'd rather just not? Have you ever felt like there was air flowing through your insides; like there was nothing that could make you go? Have you ever wanted to just go in a clean white closet and close the doors to the noise? To see the clear, soft light streaming through a crack and to just be simply fascinated by it for what seems like an eternity, is to feel time pass you by. As time swirls around you, you close your eyes and don't care...do you?
     It's like you're in a daydream. It's like you can't wake up. Out of this stupor comes only a thin flow of something. That glorious stream is called, "creativity". Words, colors, and sounds flow freely and begin to form ideas. These rapidly formed ideas flitter around but briefly and then disappear...
     But you don't care...do you?
     Because, you're empty; you are merely a shell through which ideas fly.