Love, where are you?

My work phone line incidentally forms a Love after I hung down. This is what I call Love on the line, which indirectly made me labelled that on one of my Facebook's photo.

Been feeling a lil' bored again. I thought of my friends. Where are they, how are they doing? Happiness and unhappiness is a cycle and we still haven't got sick of it. Actually not entirely used to it either.

Love, where are you?

I feel that my soul is detached from my body and see 'me' doing the things that I do everyday. I do not feel love or little of it. Not from the things I do everyday. If sleep is a solace then I think I can never get enough of it. I seriously wish I could sleep all day.

Silly,in BoreSville took after it's owner. She is often happily in Lalala Land whenever I go visit her. And thank you Bes, for the bed. If not she only has a floor to look up to the ceilings.

Is it the same with you? Even when I am moving along the traffic, I find myself not walking. Physically I am, mentally I am not. Mentally I was striking a conversation with someone else, in another scene, doing another thing. Sometimes the facial expression almost reveal (like almost smile)and I quickly snapped outta it.
I don't want to alarm the by standers. I am not lunatic and don't want others to think of me like that.

How about living not just in my head but also with my life?

I. Need to find a lil' bit of love. Back in my life.