thirty-seven: oh well

something is not right. something which i can't quite put my finger on. i guess it's just one of those days when you feel like crap but there's nothing to put the blame on. and why should i feel this way? i should be happy, things could not be better.

the day masks our true feelings and moods. it's the darkness of the night which reveals how we are. i think it's so easy to hide in the skin which we put on in public. and it's become more and more accesible, more and more convenient and more and more secure. familiarity breeds our new self and we feel comforted when withing that niche which we have carved out for ourselves in public. and so we go about our daily routines doing the same thing, and more impotantly, doing the same things in the same manner.

night comes and there's no one to hide from. the skin is shed for there's no need. for it is futile to hide from ourselves the things which torment us secretly, even during the day.

i would like to get lost in candy floss and heavy rock but then there's such a thing as tooth decay and hearing impairment.