empty mind

there is so much to say. but less to write. i guess i have fallen back to the dark phase again. a time when your mind will be so empty. almost like an empty stadium after a match. with trash and scraps left over by the crowd. all you do is stand at a corner and look at them. wondering whether to clean it, or will the cheer return. this is that time. i want to write. but there is nothing in my mind. an empty mind. they say that the face is the reflection of mind. if so, when they see me can they tell that my mind is empty? i could never say. may be i never tried.