Waking up feeling totally empty. The utter madness of feeling full lively rich with life one day and feeling so empty the next has me by the throat. One day i am believing in dreams and magic and there’s a spark that comes with it. One day i am lying in bed thinking what’s the fuck’n point. And i know for sure this is it. Until i trip on my book of words on my way to the kitchen to get a coffee. Book of words. Words collected from stories and poetry that i love. Words gifted to me by brilliant writers so that one day when the heart is heavy, like today, i’ll read them and find myself again.