Nothing!!

I am sat here with a feeling in my heart. This feeling of nothingness. Extreme nothingness! No sadness, no longing, no happiness, no apprehension, no excitement, no anger or remorse and dare I say, no love. Nothing! Words that were once mine. Words, that now scoff and turn their backs on me. Atleast, I got something in return. So what if it's nothing. I has a 'thing' tailing it, right? How's that for a positive spin? Why won't them words communicate anymore? What now? Where does one go from here? Does it even matter though? Ki farak painda hai, right? I mean it would be a new day tomorrow. Tomorrow, when all of this would go away. Tomorrow, when today won't matter anymore. Maybe it would be like just another day. Empty! And this blank page would still stare at me with it's cold cold eyes. Eyes that pierce right through my skin. It's odd how they can see right through me and are blind still. A state of trance, a lens out of focus, a hazy transclusent scene. Hazy and translucent, aren't they necesarrily the same words? The same words that fill no gaps. The same words! But what good are they? Because in the end, nothing really matters! While writing this post I had to give this a colour. How DOES one colour nothingness? Or give it an image for that matter? But I guess this is how it would if time suddenly stopped stood still. And you left a mere spectator, a spectator of a painting with characters on a canvas expected to evoke emotions. A painters' puppets.