It seems like I've really shut out from this world to the furthest that I could. Frailness has overwhelmed my senses. It's like someone invincible has planted a barrier around me and made it so hard to even break through. Unbreakable. No matter where I go, whichever step I take, there's always this ringing silence running through my head. It's so loud. Alarmingly loud. That I feel one fine day I might get blasted into nothing. I cannot let this happen. This will never happen. How do I know? I know. Because it isn't time yet. People always say time is running out. It's not. It never will. Time is all around us. But somehow, somewhere, somewhat, we get stuck in timeless moments. Moments where we don't know what to do, don't know which step to take, don't know which direction to head on, don't know whether to consider the people around us as friends or foes, and the don't knows go on and on...

Sometimes I wonder what makes someone so contented with his life and the other being thrown into such despair whilst trying to seek happiness and then there's this third one who's left in the middle, attempting to decipher the meanings behind the various happenings in his life, one who's left wondering whether or not he should be awarded with happiness or unhappiness.

I guess I belong to the third and last person. I am happy with who I am. I am happy with the life I've been given. But I feel so empty. Sometimes this emptiness' making me hollow. A hollow man. Invisible. Nothingness. It's horrible to feel nothing. Nothing is dead. That isn't what I want. That isn't what anybody wants. Perhaps I'm too afraid to walk my next step. Ain't ready? I'm dead in my tracks. Help. I need my guardian angel.