Unsettling peace

Why does life seem reduced to plethora of to-do's, errands and unending disappointments?
Why does the mind feels like a cage, far from discovering my individual sky?
Why is my soul getting tired?

I am empty, I am numb.
It is not exactly what I think and seek.
I don’t even know whether I am sad, or mad.
What I am feeling inside is so familiar yet so strange that most of the time I can barely hear my own self. And this heavy feeling on my chest, is seeming to be the thing that I had never been able to get rid of.
But I am safe here, in the silence of my conscience.
I can only hope that one day, I would wake up in the morning discovering that Life is normal again.