Frozen not stirred

At times, I feel that I do not own my mind, as if its just there to complete my human side, that I can not make it think of something other than the things that I keep thinking everyday. As the theory of reinforcement would no doubt suggest(whatever that is), the more I keep thinking about these things, the more my braincells get comfortable with the rhythmic ‘functional’ tasks. It can not be bothered to deal with the senseless feelings of loneliness, solitude, sorrow, love and other such rumblings which ironically sends one to heights of unearthly happiness and overflowing inspiration. I ran out of inspiration to appreciate and embrace life. I seem to have ceased feeling anything but numbness...