Hello Dop
feeling bad for you
that hollow empty feeling you describe
reminds me of a t.s. Elliot poem
I seem to remember a part of it
although its been a zillion ys. since school.
called the Hollow Men
"We are the hollow men, stuffed men,
head pieces filled with straw.
alas, our dried voices
as we whisper together...."
depressing it is
but I thought, as we whisper together
as we share our hope and our bad times
we help one another through despair
or share in the happiness
and feelings do change Dop and aren't always reliable
All is not lost !!
All is not death !!!
sometimes its just another hurdle to get to the next place
and that to me is realy - LIFE.
Many Hugs
liddy