"What did you think about today?
As you lit a cigarette for yourself, when you shut your eyes and take a puff, what did you think about?"
It is just like any other day. My head is so full of thoughts that it seems empty.
I'm sated with happiness, happiness is exhausting me.
I ask myself everyday if this happiness will come to an end and when will that be.
I'm too apocalyptic, yes I know..