one and more days in a life

i'm busy. it's not an excuse of course, but i feel emotionally unavailable. my thoughts are constantly consumed by my hyper working brain, producing 24/7 stuff upon stuff. hehe... who's brain is not busy, you might say.

don't you feel sometimes like you're having perfect framed life, everything's going amazingly well and so ... you're making up more complicated stuff in your brain, because you're missing that fucking oppressed sensation. why? why? why? why we're made in this way???

one thing i'm sure about. well, sure is a strong expression, but anyway i'm pretty convinced, that i'm never going to figure out 'feelings' that unexpectedly come into your way. so fuck them. (if you can) and try to reach for a little piece of silence for your b r a i n.     i.