It has been long since this feeling knocked the doors of my mind- the constant sensation of apathy at times turns unbearable. Like ants crawling on my skin, I could feel it crawl. I try to avoid it at every crook, every cranny yet it finds its way back to me.

The curse of living this feeling is shared by a few, but the effect of this hue paints onto many. It smudges the people around us with the same apathy- apathy for us. There is no one to blame, no one to point fingers at; we bring this upon ourselves.

Like a constant, it stays; at times, it turns painstakingly obvious for everyone around us. We try to conceal it, try to stick that smile on our faces- act all normal, but that hardly ever happens. The mask soon falls off.

Then comes the tiredness. Tiredness wraps around like a quilt in a mid-December winter; you don't want to unwrap it, like to let it stay. Watching the world burn like a lump of coal provides you warmth; it is wrong, you know but you care least.

The whole incident cannot be claimed as normal or abnormal as it is just some sick game of mind that decides its own waves. Maybe someday it shall diminish but I wonder when shall this mid-December sorrow to wash away.