Close to Nothing, or Nothing at All

I am trying to understand why I write so little on this space. 

Time ticks away, almost inconspicuously. It leaves or unveils nothing in its track. Or rather, everything. And it is, most of the time, too much to bear. We can only take a sip of what time tastes like. It is like bitter gourd and comes with health benefits, or nutrients, for the mind and body. So little we digest that in comparison, it is close to nothing, or nothing at all.

Now, this is all that time gives me. I am off for my late breakfast, to fill much needed nutrients for my body.