I have no story to tell, but I still write, for writing is living.I have no ideas, but I still think, for I seek understanding.
I have nothing to say, but I still talk, for questions must be asked.

There is nothing to hear, but I still listen, for there is sound in the silence.
There is nothing to do, so I will be in the moment, in the present.
Nothing is death, so I will be something, or I will be dead.