I have no story to tell, but I still write, for writing is living.I have no ideas, but I still think, for I seek understanding. I have nothing to say, but I still talk, for questions must be asked.
There is nothing to hear, but I still listen, for there is sound in the silence. There is nothing to do, so I will be in the moment, in the present. Nothing is death, so I will be something, or I will be dead.