listening to coco lee's 'No Doubt'...
Land of the Dead.
George A Romero's latest show.
Walking zombies among humans. I haven't caught the film, but somehow I feel an affinity for the living dead. Maybe coz I feel like one of them recently.
I'm not upset or melancholic.
Really.
In fact, I ought to be over the moon. Everything seems to be in place. Can't ask for more. My work is fine, my colleagues are nice, my exams are over, my family loves me, I'm recovering from the bout of illness... So why am I not as elated as I should feel?
If my life is a conglomerate of multi-coloured puffy clouds,
then currently there's a tinge of grey in my rainbow hued sky. It's there lurking in the background. I have no idea where it came from and why it is there.
I cannot describe the annoying feeling.
It's like having an itch, except you can't pinpoint its exact location, so you just keep scratching everywhere around the area. The skin is slightly red and raw, yet you're not satisfied. You can't ignore it, but at the same time, you are helpless to do anything.
It's all a metaphorical kind of scenario.
Usually if this happens in real life, there are only two solutions.
1) to drench myself with various ointments and medicated balms.
2) to continue picking on the epidermal layer until I start bleeding. The pain will then overshadow the itch.
Nevertheless, that'd be the last resort, for I'm adverse to pain.
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