There are days when you just stop for a moment to pause and reflect. And during those days you realize how much things have changed. You discover that you've developed a wrinkle on your eyes. You witness how your gray hair starts to dominate on your locks and finally, how you unveiled things which could both should've been forgotten or should've been kept.
On a daily basis, we think of things that we shouldn't really care about. For example, while we're going to the office. Along the way, you start to question how things came about or how things have grown more and more like smoke and mirrors. You feel things changes as you dig deep into the thought of it. Submitting yourself unto nowhere. Never realizing that things are obscurely irrelevant as you reach the bottom pit.
And so at the end of the day... you just get the same friggin answer... you can't really answer these questions in one day alone... time goes on and on and on and on... every answered questions amount to something new each day and it never stops... the list just continues to prolong the agony of your mind. Then sleeping is beyond doable anymore. It starts to make you drop the thought of it even. Blah!
