I have Nothing to Say

And so, I think, I shall talk about it.

Silence is an art. It is the talent of remaining quiet while those around you speak.

But what about internal silence- where one looks deep inside and sees that there is nothing to speak about?

Lately I have been feeling like I talk so much that there is nothing left inside of me worth exploring. Even now, writing this blog, I feel like I'm digging down deep and yet, no matter how far down I go, I am only pulling up sand. Sand. And more sand.

And I can be funny- well, 'funny' is a matter of taste- or glib, creative or sarcastic, but all of that is easy, because none of it comes from the soul. And right now, my soul simply feels exhausted.

So I talk, even though I have nothing to say.

All the time, wishing that I would be silent so that my soul would speak again.