Today is crazy busy, every day is crazy busy …after whole days shouting,telephoning, fighting, typing even sometimes crying, I want to ask my self, what’s going on? Where I am ,what I am doing and doing for what??
We’ve no time to ask this kind of quesiton, we’ve no engery to think about this question, we even no braveness to ask ourselves… that is life, regurlary life, regulary days , day by day, from dawn to dark from birth to death…
I suddenly remember a song named " What’s up", some words very interesting:
So I wake in the morning and step outside and I take deep breath then get really high, then I’m feeling a little peculiar…..Scream top of my lungs what’s going on…what’s going on…..