If you see a newspaper with scribbles all over it,
That's my mind.
If you are holding a lighter that hasn't enough liquid to light itself,
That's what it's like.
If you're trapped in the middle of the sea blindly rowing till you see a patch of land,
That's my situation.

No, I ain't sad..
No, I ain't angry...
No, I ain't happy...
But
If you call it empty..
then, I'm empty...
And,
"Empty vessels make the most noise".
And sometimes for me,
Making noise means writing poetry.

Let your  heart cry, but shed no tear,
Lift your eyes, don't you fear,
Sorrow isn't evil,
Unless you keep it near,
Breathe in peace, and move on dear.

My comfort zone is more like a black-hole...
I fall into it real easy....
And when i finally get this teeny weeny bit of determination to get out of it, it pulls me back into it leaving me feeling lazy, depressed, anxious and guilty all at once.