I feel nothing but a bit down. Empty. Depression that is very light. Feeling like time is slipping away and I don’t know what to do. I need a direction, but I will not find one as usual. What do I do about the hollowness. I could think the same thoughts and blog the same blogs I have already blogged before. My emptiness, something in me is dead and no longer responds the way it has before. The nerve is dead. My pain is gone but I can feel it’s impression pressured inside me. I think I am dead now. Dead to all things. Yes. Now I’m dead. Knowing that is a bit wonderful, I think. I give up. It has me. No control. Down and down and down and deep down.