crash, boom, bang!

my body's moving in the speed of sound

or i'm just too slow to catch up with the world.

welcome sleepless nights & endless dreams.

the smell of kertas with printer inks & G2 pen every morning,

is worst than stepping on a pile dog shit, or being shit at by flying birds.

its even worst than every nightmare put together into one.

this is the face of hell itself.

ARGH. i can see more white hairs popping out on the back of my head already.

and they're growing like bunnies.