The Weak Minded

That's best describe my current state.

My life becomes so plain and dull. Nothing but of work. No hopes or dreams or thoughts. Just living, awake but unconcious.

Somehow I don't feel sad anymore. Ya I think I'm not sad. Not at all anymore. Not even angry or mad. I look at myself in the mirror everyday in the morning, seeing the same old me, but something is gone.






I wana fly.
But I have lost my wings.