fucked up attitude

Tday gave a whole new definition of "living dead".

Felt like a walking zombie the whole day; Couldn't talk, couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't feel, couldn't be bothered.

Blurred images.. pple scurrying past me in fast forward motions. Yet, in the midst of it all, i was unaffected, unseen, unnoticed.

It was like a living nightmare. And i couldn't wake up from it.

The inner self was struggling to break free of the trance. It resisted. It fought hard. But it wasn't as strong as i thought. It succumbed.

Tired....... from what? I have no idea.........