Control

I spent a long time in a place where I felt nothing, It was blissfully numb, and comfortably silent. I got to that place because I felt everything, Everything felt heavy, and uncomfortably loud. I spent sometime in a place where I became a spectator, I got to watch the comic, and chaotic life I lead. slowly I realised I couldn't hold the control, I couldn't switch it off as I pleased, that numbness I felt, and when I'm able to switch, I reboot and forget, or stay angry at myself. I lost my way to the control of the room, I lost my grip on my self.