That sinking feeling.

I don't know this feeling. I don't like it either. I am feeling listless, empty inside. A bad stomach ache isn't helping my case either. I have work but I do not want to get on with it. That sinking feeling, the paranoia, the dread. I wish this day had never come. That somehow, I could have stopped the clock -- the way its depicted in cartoons.
I wish I could have been a bird -- so I could have flown alongside. Been anywhere I wanted, any time of the day. I wish I had wings, so I could take flight. I wish I could fly to the foreign shores as well.