I feel the need to write. However, nothing comes to my mind. That causes restlessness. Indeed, that stresses.
When restless, there is a yearning to say or write something. But what this is, I do not know. Should that matter.
Being empty; is that bad? Perhaps, that is not so. At least, I can still listen. That is something one can always do. So, that is what I will do.
As I write, what I am listening to, I am also seeing. Perhaps, it does not matter so much about what is going on inside of me. What matters may be outside.