Empty days

There are days where my thoughts are just empty of words, I can close my eyes and my mind is full of random flashes of images, all out of focus. I know deep down the images are somehow important but I cannot get them into focus, they just drift away from my touch then change again. Then there is the silence, an eire silence that tugs at my soul, there is a meaning in this silence that I cannot comprehend. I cry out in my mind why, what does this mean? My words fall heavy, consumed by the fog that hangs around the images and the silence mocks me.