A disarray of impressions..

I don't know what's been up lately?
I don't know how do you do?
I don't know if it’s the sun that's shining or if it’s the moon?
I don't know if the earth is spinning or it’s just me in my room?
I don't know if a lot has been done already or if there is a lot more to do?
I don’t know if it’s the emotional turmoil speaking or it’s the turmoil in my emotions letting lose?
I don’t know if it’s a bad hangover or if it’s the break they said I needed?

I sit idle for long hours thinking what to do, wondering if there is anything which can get me out of this phase,
I try to write to realize how miserably I am failing at it, 
I try to sketch, and see if I can make sense to any of it, 
I try to dance and feel the pain in my ankle growing worse, 
I take long walks, walking amongst these strangers, 
I look at them if they’d recognize me, any longer, 
This cornucopia, this profuseness, of the details, 
My microscopic vision can scoop, 
It’s all going haywire, 
No entailing, no detailing, no meanings what so ever,
It’s a "a disarray of impressions",
It’s a state you’d never what to be in.