Childs play

For once in my life I feel empty. I used to be as if I were a boy who opened a box full of toys ever day and played with them and enjoyed them, but now the boy opens the box and sees all the toys are there but there is this nothingness inside of the box and him. I go places that once had meaning know all they have is what they are. I feel as if I have drawn a beautiful picture on paper only to realize I did it with the eraser.