Empty?

You probably know the feeling when something comes to your mind but you question it too much to accept it and after that its just nothing, complete emptiness no idea, one big nothing. All people here on steemit had some time like this, when you are looking at that stupid white page in editor and cant get anything on it. Or maybe you write sentence or two and read it to see its completely rubbish and its not even connected to the main idea what you had ? (like this one)

Now you start to read other stuff to maybe get some inspiration or something and after few hours, you are again looking in the same big white nothing. In despair you are searching in your mind some kind of hope a light in the end of a tunnel some green peak in all the red candles some idea or event, you even start to question yourself what positivity really is (fala @positivity420). And even if you got some idea brain blocks you, you cant even think how to write it in English ( not my native language ), you start to write on your language, while writing you will remember that similar story has been written already, what comes next?
You hit that little ctrl+a and del buttons.

Will you write again about crypto, about how steem got around 50% up today or again on that medical blockchain that could be the future or the truly one of the most honest ICO that we have ever seen ( ponzicoin )?
Then you look again to that word file you have made even before you started writing on steem with some ideas and your introduction post, while writing this one and find something titled „matrice“ that you wrote while having in mind that maybe some things that happened in your life are too strange or connected to be true like finding friend that looks for someone to work with and a day before you decided to find something to work. Is it all just a lucky coincidence or we have lost ourselves with looking to become one of our superheroes and not to look to find true ourselves?
When the days of our lives started to look like predictable routine working same thing for the same people and looking for same shiny coins like we are cursed or tied to that one tree. And on that tree are all the things we probably dont need and urge to impress all the people we dont know, like all the things are on some lonely tree on which all people are trying to get onto.

And then you come to the hard decision should you post it or not, you read it few times and think that it isn't even connected, hardly have any sense at all and not following any line that blog should, its completely a mess. Maybe you should write same old story that has been „played“ or repeat for days and even if it is good you will eventually got fed up with it and couldn't read story variation like that again.
You go out to clear you mind, put you knotted Chinese headphones on and press play button and star walking. While you walk through the streets that you have passed hundred of times you catch something new, something that you have never paid your attention on and it is you shadow fading away as you walk under the street lamp and rising again as you past it. Something comes into your mind and you probably know the feeling.