blank mind.

Bunnyhole is virtually empty. Everything is packed, empty rooms around me. Me sleeping in between the mess. The mess of my mind and the things around me. I handed in my thesis for publishing today, packed my stuff and closed a lot of other things in my mind as well. It just felt being too much at the time: I cried for hours yesterday. Big crocodile tears falling down. Now I am having a blank mind. Totally blank and white.