I stare at my phone. I want to write. But my thoughts are empty. I hate this emptiness. But I do get struck down by bouts of these. My mind feels clearer than a plain white board. I’m not thinking of anything. If I give space, there are lots of issues which will easily trample my sanity down. But I’m playing a mental hide and seek with my problems. And here I’ve come face to face with one of my longest enemies- empty thoughts. I hate this feeling. But sometimes I myself beseech it. I invoke it and give it home, simply because however bitter it is, this blank mind is better than my worries.
And thus I’ve written a post out of an empty brain! I usually write on things which have inspired me when I have the mood to write. But here is a empty post about nothing in particular that sprang out of nothingness!