My head is bursting for it is full of emptiness
My hands are weak for lack of work
My eyes are so heavy from so much sleep
My lips have been busy from speaking so much silence
My legs are weary for I have walked from the toilet and then back to my bedroom,
My ears are full for I have listened to the voices in my room
My stomach is churning for it has been digested with rice
My butt increases day by day for it has a romantic relationship with the wooden bed,
My hair now has the same scent with the pillow for they seem to have the same genes as they can’t seem to be apart for long
While my housemates iron their attire for work, I hold on tightly to my pyjamas for in it I find solace,
In it I have my vision and mission, to be…a force to reckon…
In reality or fantasy?
Something is happening to me or am I just happening to the world?
Is the world about to end?
Or am I about to end?
Or has my mind been hypnotized for an experiment?
When did I begin to like the color of the torn wall paper?
When did I begin to count the dripping of the water from my ceiling?
When did doing nothing become my doing something?
When did I begin to run the race of the Lazy?
When did I begin to speak the language of the no-workers?
When did my couch become my office?
When did I run out of questions?
When did I start living with no answers?
Something is happening to me,
Is it happening to you?