I'm a British Zombie

For all the hours throughout the day I become a zombie in several of them. Not your average zombie, with the eating of humans by the undead, but a ''zoned'' out zombie. In my realm I go blank to where I am an author. I'm writing a book in my head that actually baffles me as unexpected. I mean details in such a way of wording my sentences that the reader craves the completion of the next phrase. Sometimes I'm British and have an accent and the expression in my voice is exquisite. Then I become more amazed as I subtitle the book I'm writing as well as turning it into a movie. Such as how a character would flip their hair in a specific way when they say a specific phrase in a specific tone. Perhaps I'm in my ''zone'' as I'm typing now. When you read ''me'' do you picture yourself as me and that you're reading your own diary? Or do you see yourself as a character in my words, like as part of what I say? Do you just see yourself as a bystander? I cannot predict that I could accomplish the person I want to be, but that doesn't mean I stop aiming for it. Without effort you get no closer to success. What if I took the effort to try becoming that author and share the brilliance in my head that will not escape its imprisonment from my hands? Where have I gone? Am I on the same track as my head says I am? Do you see the words scrolling in my eyes as words and sentences are constructed in my mind as if it were a personal Imax theatre? In my book I just wrote how your humidity dampened clothing clung to your melted body as you lazily flicked your cigarette out the window crack and how you blew your smoke as if in slow motion and it curled in the most beautifully, scary shapes. Your veins pulsed like a heartbeat as anguish and boredom consumed your train of thought. Your lips stick to the firecracker red, lipstained cancer stick as you deeply inhale each drag as if you'll never be able to enjoy one again. What if I wanted to write? What if I wanted to just give it at shot because it's one more thing in life to experience? What else should I try and see if I'm any good at it? New hobbies are like a new belt in karate class. You still know everything you did when in the lower belt but now you just know more. Blah. What am I even talking about sometimes? Buenos Noches my little chicken stalkers, till I feed you another time.