Sometimes you feel so. You know so. You want to feel something.
But you look at that glass of lemonade that you just finished and feel the way that the glass is currently.
Sometimes your words are filled with the same meaning. There’s nothing there. You’re trying to smile through it all but you feel useless. You feel lost. You don’t feel like yourself at all.
Because this is what you are. You’re empty. Temporarily empty.