empty

There was a time when morning meant coffee, perhaps a notebook and a few scribbled lines. Now it's this infernal device I'm addicted to, scrolling scrolling scrolling, looking for some entertainment, some inspiration, some message from the outside world and finding only endless mindless blathering of myriad others wandering, aimless and ever more empty from being filled with the mundane details of the lives of others. Today, coffee and a notebook even if it feels forced.