Sometimes I feel like that empty vase on the shelf.
The flowers are gone and so is the water feeding the flowers.
I am the water, giving energy to the flowers.
Sometimes, the flowers suck up all the water and there is just nothing more and I have to find some more to add to the vase.
After a while, the water isn't enough and you have to get rid of the flowers.
The water is nasty so that has to go too.
Later I won't be empty.
But, not today.