Blank

Slowly, I drift.
I don't wish to.
Where I go?
Somewhere Blank.
That's how I feel.
I feel Blank.
Empty.

I wish.
I really wish.
I want to move on.
I don't want Blank.
I am getting there.
I miss life.
Yet, I live life.
I'm Blank.
Dull Blank.
Flat Blank.
Sane, yes.
Blank, that too.

Yeah, it's weird.
I dunno.
I move on.
I'm getting things right.
Gotta Plan.
Gotta get UnBlank.
Get the substance back.
Give life meaning.
That's good.
Indeed good.

I shall see.
I've been there.
I'm here now.
I'm clearing the Blank.
That's the way to go...

Life. Indeed Life. Shall be happy, and filled with joy again. I am happy, but I am blank. I am missing my spice of life, my drive. I am trying to find my spark again. I have it in my, and I know that. That's why I am happy, but the feeling of Blankness encases you. It shadows life. It's dready, but not sad. Things are fine, and that is the standard answer. Everything is just fine, but is fine any good? Fine is just a reflection of being Blank. I don't hurt, I am healthy, nothing bad is happening. I am just Blank. I'm gonna stop right here, thigs can just drag on. Hell, just let it drag on I say. It's my blog, and I write if I want to, write if I want, Write if I want to. You would write too, if it happend to you. *heh* Yeah, this entry lost it's purpose aftert that little music trip.

I shall write back some more, later.