K.A.E.
Empty. My brain is empty like a blank canvas waiting for some sort of color to fill the page or for light to shine on the shadows on the wall. I sit and I stare at the wall and I can't see the images I use to see there anymore. Has all of the wonder died? Has all of the color faded into this unending black? I look down an empty hall and I see the flickers of a dim candlelight shimmering there, but my feet are stuck into the dark sticky floor where I stand.