Conundrums.

Into the nadirs, I plunge without pressure from myself but with the thought of convolution from the external world. My eyes seems to lose its vision and falls into a state of trance. Though my body floats like a feather, my head is twofold the burden of my body or sometimes beyond a proper measure. Neither do I hear any sounds nor can I lend my ears in my own volition to listen to it. Everything seems to have lost its vigor. 

What remains as a question is how long will I be a victim in this enigma?