Habit

In the absence of motivation and inspiration
It's just like losing the sense of direction
I walked aimlessly, yet heading to some destination
I saw people coming and leaving
Each seemed to be having a purpose of existance
Being in the same time and space
I appeared like a transparent statue
Solid yet hollow
Stopping by at the coffee shop
Looking at the middle-aged lady
I stood still with my mind blanked
Silence seemed to be urging me to decide
In a soft voice I uttered
Unconsciously
As if it's been pre-recorded
Milk tea
Take away
Full stop.
I left, with the hot drink in my hand
Wondering if the tea would satisfy me
I could not comprehend
Having this habit
Perhaps...
Is a bad habit