No thought

Sitting here,
doing nothing.
With a piece of bread in my mouth.
Holding a pen,
thinking about writing something.

Should i write abt
LOVE ??
PAIN ??
HATE ??
VIOLENCE ??
PEACE ??
I ask myself.

Nothing came into my mind,
because i got no feeling for anything at the moment.
Holding a pen,
sitting here
doing nothing. . . . .