All of the burdens, confusions and nuisances of my days are buzzing in this brain of mine. Sometimes it feels like there is too little space to fit all the vital matters in. Sometimes it seems that the space is too vast and wasted considering how little and unimportant the matters that seem to be seriously pondered by me.
The time moves so swiftly, all I can see is blurry images of people, things and events of passing days. I must be fast, I know. Yet, the harder I tried, the slower I felt I become.