If Feel Comes

I will wake up. I will go to somewhere, like a zombie, for none sense. It's just a physical walk. I will see something, maybe meet some funnies of zombies, as a surprise to make some parts of my emotion to relive. I will not to talk to anyone, as it is none sense. I have nothing to say, as a zombie, after the fall or the failure, or the death.

I hate the coming of the disappointment, the angry, and sadness, and the hurt, to my heart. I prefer to be a zombie with a dead heart, and a stopped feeling.

So I say noyhing. I just go, to somewhere, and go again.

If the feel comes.