Does it matter? I've been thinking this, all along. Humph, it all matters at once. Every day I confront different being in me, apart from what I believe I am. What kind of hell this place is, like paradise? Perfect on the surface and noisy inside. You can see it but inseparable. In years, I've learnt to be a victim in every situation, afraid and always lagging behind, never been a fearless one to conquer. But then its what i saw around me happening, never taking the control of the situation, running like a victim, a frightened mice. Aaaarrggghhhh!!
