Its weird.

You want something to happen. Anything.
But all you get is a still quiet day. Where time seem to have stop.
Passing like as if you are just a spectator.
Like as if you are observing someone else living their life.

Like how one day, you wake up, realising that you might die one day.
Taking living for granted, each breath and each heart beat.
It feels so surreal.

Like I am struck in someone's else body, seeing her vision of things.
Almost as if I am able to cast off this shell, flow and be free....

I wonder what true freedom means.
I wonder what heaven is like.
Who am I exactly?
Why doesn't anything seem to have a definite answer?

Is this life and what reality is suppose to mean?
All this suffering and pain, love and hate. All the emotion mixed together.

Time passing so fast every second, slipping through your mind and emotions.
Washing away everything. Like as if it happen a long time ago.

What is a long time? How long must it be?
What is a short time? Few seconds?