Don’t feel like writing or saying anything. Everything looks so empty and conditioned. Words look like already spoken. Thoughts look like already said and yet something more, something real is waiting to be explored. Don’t know what! Don’t know where will it rest! What is that which is so strongly felt in need, but is not being shaped? What is that which is being missed every day, every conscious moment but not being clear? Where does this restlessness come from? Where will it lead to? What would be the climax? Should it be revealed now or later? Should I wait or bring it closer?