Hollow. Yea, hollow.

Air is supposedly one of the best insulators. Maybe that's why I can't feel anything. I know I'm not suppose to let me myself dwell here.  There are other places my focus might be more productively and healthily spent. I have so many things I want to do and see and accomplish, it is certainly a waste to make these feelings the locus of my attention.

But who knows, maybe suddenly everything will become wonderful. What if this is my last chance to embody my existential angst first hand? I better take it in before its gone forever..

Meh, I'll just go back to re-tooling my mind until the hollowness becomes a primer for my awesomeness.