When you can't think of what to write, perhaps it is best to write nothing at all. Or perhaps it is even better to write about nothing just to get it out of your system. Because I feel the need to do so, I will write about nothing so that I can write about something.
Nothing is everywhere and nowhere at once, it's up in the sky and down in the ground, it's up the that tree and there in the house. It creeps in corners and hides under the bed, it crawls on the counters and clings to my head. Nothing is never up to much good, it cause some trouble as it sits on my brain, it makes some great mischief to all the happening. No, nothing is never much fun at all. But the only thing that can chase away a nothing is a something, which will not come until another day.
With that I will end this small talk about nothing, for there is really nothing more that needs to be said. So I bid you farewell and goodnight, pleasant dreams and good tidings. I'm going to sleep to dream about something.