Empty. Got no juice to run my mouth.

Ran out last few days with memories of dark passages that still seem to clutter up my mind.

Empty, though could be a good alternative to “full with the wrong stuff.”  I could be stuck with the Blues, mired deep into “should have done this,” “should have done that,” or some other day-to-day rant. Or the wrong job.

At least I am breathing clean, fresh air. I still see a bright yellow sun in clear blue sky, and I have you to pick me up now and again.