Drifting

I have no idea since when, the time around me seemed to have stop. Nothing matters to me anymore. The empty coffee cup on my desk, the pain in my arm, the heat in my head and  the mosquitoes by by bed, all seemed to be just...so unreal. Not panicking when i am late, not worrying if i have done my assignments or not, not caring even when the glass bottles fall from my desk to the floor creating another crash again and again.

Nonetheless, I am still breathing.

The world is twirling without me, somewhat i don't feel included anymore. I often roam around the most familiar streets wondering where am i and who i am.

I see him and reach out my hands, yet i couldn't touch him. i can hear his voice, yet couldn't kiss him. I fall down to bed and cry, he pats me but i feel nothing. I sense his scent, yet not his warmth. The illusions clouded me, telling me he is near, yet unknowing far. What is this pain and fear in my heart? Is it even real? You say you are here with me, i truly believe so. But why does it hurt even more?

Back to the streets, the floor seems to be even more unreal. I can't believe i am pulled down by gravity. Am i? Am i not afloat as my mind deemed me to be?