miss

It's been three days that I forget how to feel hungry, sleepy, or tired.
It's been three days that I've been blind and deaf of the existence that is revolving around me.
But the stress and gastric pain: they are still too clear.

Oh, I miss the feeling of feeling. A little bit of emotion.
A pinch of salt on these tasteless days.
A glimpse of oasis in this barren emotional desert.

Is workaholic the right word? Or obsessed? Or simply incapable.