I just stare into vacant space like I usually do. It has of late become a habit. Idling without feeling lazy, feeling lost without being remotely bothered, a life that has no motive and an existence of vagueness has become ever too familiar to me. Life is not sad, nor that happy. I need space, to stay away from the world, space for isolation, not striving to understand what is it that is in those people’s mind or his mind. Understanding anything or anyone has become a useless task. Typing out horrendous posts has become ever so repugnant.

Life has changed, and this time to idleness and boredom.