My clients, friends and everybody else that is out there I’m going to tell you about nothing.

 Absolutely nothing.

No idea. No buts. No theme. No title (ok, maybe a title) No body.

 Just nothing.

My mind is empty. My hands have no dirt under its nails and the keyboard is not helping much. The letters are a jumble and no sense can be made of them. Don’t you hate that if you are a writer? Maybe not if you have no ideas.

 Blank as a newly printed page or as a “new document” from your favorite word processor. Like a formatted drive.

Blank, blank, blank.

Like blind eyes, deaf ears, screwed up sense of smell, an empty room.

Empty brain.

Empty words.

Unfinished words that say nothing.  An unfinished symphony: It might have something, but it says and means nothing. 

Wrong state of mind. Nothing to say although I write. I don’t even write, I type, but I type about nothing. An abstract piece of nothing. Some surrealist nothing.

If nothing has a name it must be something, right? Maybe yes, maybe no. I have no idea.

Can something be nothing? Yup, if you destroy it. Aha! Wrong again! It becomes little pieces of something but no nothing.

Can nothing be something? Maybe if you give it time and then nothing will have time to become something.

What if nothing has no idea?

I am something but sometimes feel like nothing. That is when other “somethings” try to make me feel like something.  Medicine is something that can take you out of nothing, but not for long.

I just remembered a something! Anything might come out of nothing!

Then nothing ceases to exist, but not for long. It becomes part of the universe of nothings that disappear to leave space for anything.

That space becomes anything. Like this anything about nothing

Isn’t’ that something?