Being Busy..

It's scary when you are busy coping with work and getting on with life.. You find yourself slowly robbed of certain things. Things leaving you one by one, and you can't do anything but watch them disappear. From something trivial like forgetting the name of your friend's big crush whom he has been talking about day in and day out.. to those precious memories you once held so dear, and those acts of impulse and burst of feelings. Nothing seems to touch my heart anymore. I try so hard to remember who I am, to dig out the remnants of my heart, to feel once again. But I realise, I'm trying just for the sake of trying, feeling just for the sake of feeling. I've become numb, maybe temporarily, too busy to think or to feel. Or maybe I'm just escaping under the grand magnificent excuse of being busy. I'm watching a slow death. A part of me died. I don't know if it's good or bad. I don't know me anymore.