I'm standing at this busy road.
I'm seeing the cars, people, bird, cloud, sprinting in front of me.
Everything is so clear, and yet to blur.
Everything is so loud, but yet so quiet.
I tried to scream. But not a sound.
The sound of the world is just like a frequency in my head.
I hear you, but my body is not with my mind.
I'm a passenger in my own body.
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I'm facing a pack of dead soul everyday.
What can you do when you have no drive in life?
I'm behaving like a bitch everyday. Almost everything I hate about a leader, I have done it all.
I have a hammer on my both shoulders everyday, I have a feet kicking on my ass everyday...
I'm turning into someone I hate. How to ever get use to this?
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On the bright side, perhaps this is another best thing that can happen to me.
Learning from an iron fist like this perhaps can make me buck up on my weakness.
Things happen for a reason, I've been slacking.
I choose this in my life, I have to walk the talk.
